A Real Catch

by Brad Rose | Oct 6, 2020 | Issue Seventeen, Poetry

I’m wearing my lucky pants. Everybody at the post office knows me. Yesterday, when I walking to the liquor store, I noticed somebody peeping through the blinds. I’ve been trying to trick myself into being invisible, but so far, no luck. For a while, I was thinking about running for office, but since the chainsaw accident, I’ve been rethinking my electability. Besides, I have my principles. Lucille says I’m one of her favorites, even if my stomach growls like an old washing machine. She’s such a cut-up. I told her the beauty of the beehive is its buzz. I’m my own noise. Too bad Lucille isn’t the marrying kind. She’s said no to me a million times. Tomorrow, I’m going to put on my desert camo, and take my dirt bike out to Dry Lake. I like it there because the light is clean and the sand looks like it’s asleep. I don’t mind if there’s no fishing. I never catch anything, anyway.

Brad Rose

Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles and lives in Boston. He is the author of three collections of poetry and flash fiction, Pink X-Ray (Big Table Publishing, 2015), de/tonations (Nixes Mate Press, 2020), and Momentary Turbulence (Cervena Barva Press, 2020). His fourth collection, WordinEdgeWise, is forthcoming in 2021 from Cervena Barva Press. Brad’s website is: www.bradrosepoetry.com.

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