By Brad Rose
Immediately following our blind date, Kandi and I were married. She had eyes like laser pointers; she admired my bullet points.
I was born an orphan. Kandi’s parents had disowned her at birth. It seemed a marriage made in heaven.
We honeymooned in Vegas, a city renowned for rapid marriages and instantaneous divorces. You can’t be too careful.
Eventually, we lost interest in one another’s finer features. Mary eloped with an Uber driver, I lost my job as a used car salesman. These facts don’t explain the impact of the asteroid on our lives.
Neither of us saw it coming.
Brad Rose’s new book of poems, Momentary Turbulence, is forthcoming from Cervena Barva Press.