from Mental Hospital: A Memoir

by Ross Robbins

Behind headphones I am no one. On A-Wing I have my own room. I masturbate joylessly. I cannot cum because Prozac. I could snap like an apple or a cockroach. There are gaps like slats of a crate in me. That is where the doubt gets in. I am where the why and the dammit. I picture every needle I ever used uncapped and poured over me. “Why?” I scream but I know full well why.

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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