Saturday, after the mistrial, I reluctantly take the accused out to dinner. Over a blood-rare steak he stops dissecting, he asks, Did you ever think what it’s like to be a shadow puppet at noon?
Hair a scribble, shoes tongue- tied, in my rumpled horse-brown suit, I must look a fright.
No, I flinch. Is the match the fault of the flame?
Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles and lives in Boston. He is the author of a collection of poetry and flash fiction, Pink X-Ray (Big Table Publishing, http://pinkx-ray.com and Amazon.com.) His two new books of poems, Momentary Turbulence and WordinEdgeWise, are forthcoming from Cervena Barva Press. Brad’s blog is: http://bradrosepoetry.com/blog/ and his website is: www.bradrosepoetry.com . Selected readings can be heard at: https://soundcloud.com/bradrose1