“Under The Pillow”
One by one, my memories come loose in my mouth. I press my tongue against them absentmindedly, taste the blood, feel their sharp edges imprint in my gums.
One by one, I pull them out, rolling them in my cheek and placing them beneath my pillow; when I awake each memory is gone, a shimmering dollar bill in it’s place.
One by one, new memories grow in, bigger, sharper, and pearlier than the last.

















