The best things on the menu are organic, but I dislike it when my brains fall out of my ears. That really ruins my up-do. Of course, like identical triplets, everything is bound to get worse over time. Fortunately, it can’t be helped. Because of the recent mix-up with my dental surgeon, I nearly lost my favorite arm, but customarily, when the Pharaoh dies, isn’t the queen buried with him?  During the average lifetime, most humans will be stung by a wasp or a bee, so I bought the umbrella policy. It's still best to avoid the worst-case scenario, unless of course, you’re an enfant terrible. In fact, since the advent of the new sleep regime, downtime has become so expensive, it’s advisable to avoid the circular lightning, although what goes around, comes around. Normally, I don’t eat the chicken here, but in this case, I’ll try to squeeze you in.

Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. He is the author of five collections of poetry and flash fiction: Pink X-Ray, de/tonations, Momentary Turbulence, No. Wait. I Can Explain, and the forthcoming, WordinEdgeWise. Six times nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and three times nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology, Brad’s poetry and fiction have appeared in, The Los Angeles Times, Sequestrum, The American Journal of Poetry, New York Quarterly, Puerto del Sol, Clockhouse, and other publications. Brad is also the author of seven poetry chapbooks, among them, Democracy of Secrets, Collateral, An Evil Twin is Aways in Good Company, and Funny You Should Ask. His website is www.bradrosepoetry.com His blog is https://bradrosepoetry.com/blog/