Empty Coat

by Brad Rose

Inside my clothes, my clothes are asleep, inside-out. I’m making a silent movie of the world. In it, the sky is lost in its deep haze and the clouds are about to ignite. I’m as vacant as an unworn overcoat. Nothing inside, no strings attached, even the things I know, remain largely unknown; so, I perform small acts of first aid— little incisions here and there, just to tide me over. It would be a shame to let all this anesthesia go to waste.

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Brad Rose's latest book is I Wouldn’t Say That, Exactly.