from Mental Hospital: A Memoir (2)

by Ross Robbins

“That was close,” I say, but everything is. The outer limits of my personal universe, restricted, incur crazy. One-hundred hard-floored yards, A-Wing’s close and closing in. If I hold really still, I might not move at all. Still, I will be smooshed in a panic with my mouth pressed to the window like a loach.

1009793_617453684946279_1525299762_nRoss Robbins lives and writes in Portland, Oregon. His debut, Mental Hospital: A Memoir is forthcoming from YesYes Books in 2015.

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