Brent Goodman

For this role I learned to play the Theremin. The plot unfolds: after the spaceship tears through the water tower all the cows' milk turns to ash. At first, we welcome them in the cool shaded corn rows. Then green army men descend in their own shiny aircraft. Before our pets go missing, before our children turn against us, the general radios the president. I play the scientist who insists they're more like us than anyone might imagine.






The story itself is based loosely on real events that may or may not have happened. It is one of 20 prose poems comprising the final section of my debut collection The Brother Swimming Beneath Me, forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press. Theremin lessons available, if any of us survive.