LUCID FIRE by Coleman Bomar

LUCID FIRE by Coleman Bomar

I’m dreaming that our bed is engulfed in flames, but in the waking world either your body lies draped across my torso, or I have a fever, or we forgot to turn the oven off, or someone dropped a burning corpse between us, or we have too many sheets, or I can see the future, or our bed really is engulfed in flames, or God came back when we were sleeping, or global warming works faster than they say, or a Republican tweeted, or there was a gas leak, or the neighbors can tell we aren’t just friends, or I’m in the Fantastic Four, or a burglar enjoys a Marlboro, or your ex finally did it, or the thermometer broke, or meteorites collided, or war was declared. When I wake up, you’re clinging to me like damp hair. I scan the ceiling for burns.


Coleman Bomar is a bad student, neurotic writer, and 'inspired' artist who resides in Tennessee. He counts his OCD as an advantage. His written works have been featured by Blink-Ink, SOFTBLOW, Eunoia Review, Moonpark Review, Maudlin House, and many more. His work is archived at Yale’s Beinecke Library.

Art by Bob Schofield @anothertower

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