My mind has a mind of its own, so in the morning, I’m going to self-test my bullet-proof vest. In the careless wind everything should go according to plan. Like they say, misery loves gluttony. That’s why I enjoy making every single minute of the day hyper-productive. Yesterday, for example, I was more than a third of the way home to my half-way house, when I realized that whenever I shadow box with myself, I lose the fight. Thankfully, it’s only a sin of omission. At least that’s what they tell me. If money was time, a billion seconds would last 32,000 years, and some change. In fact, when I get rich and have an extra pair of everything I own, I’ll save two armor-piercing bullets especially for you. No worries. I gotcha covered.
— BRAD ROSE
Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. He is the author of six collections of poetry and flash fiction. His poetry collection I Wouldn’t Say That, Exactly, is forthcoming. Brad is also the author of seven poetry chapbooks. Visit him at www.bradrosepoetry.com.