But What a Lovely Way to Burn

You take the crazy pill, fail to follow Robert’s rules of order. I hunger to edit your mistakes, but before I can, I can’t stop myself from mentally reciting your charms: wrecking yard candy, imposter magician, agonyecstasy actress, electrocution asteroid, glittering diamond thunderbolt execution. Then you soften to sex-kitten temptress, purr, “Course no one can love me the way you do, Sugar. You love me just the way I like it.”

I always wanted to be an astronaut. Stare at the sun.

Brad Rose was born and raised in southern California, and lives in Boston. Brad’s poetry and fiction have appeared in: The Baltimore Review, Off the Coast, Third Wednesday, The Potomac, San Pedro River Review, Santa Fe Literary Review, Barely South Review, Right Hand Pointing, Sleet, Boston Literary Magazine, Monkeybicycle, Camroc Press Review, Short, Fast, and Deadly, and other publications. Links to his poetry and fiction can be found at: http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com. His chapbook of miniature fiction, Coyotes Circle the Party Store, can be read at https://sites.google.com/site/bradroserhpchapbook. Audio recordings of a selection of Brad’s published poetry can be heard here: https://soundcloud.com/bradrose1.

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