Appetite

Pillow

76 Pillow For Ph. You hold it like an island your hands circle, and push up tight. It mangles half of your face, your eyes, inward planets turned to the drift of inarticulated dreams, this other gravity, unfathomable, slipping black glimpses from the mirror’s back. You anchor your whole body there in this clench, your hair the dune of your abandoned skull. You turn on your back, the pillow framing your face to a wisp of air on your lips, breath fragile, vulnerable underlying your life inside. Mortal, one hand would put to sleep. Some nights the pillow drifts, following the current your body’s warmth cradles against your stomach lipfolds of your sex it covers. But tonight unbeaten by your angers, the pillow has drained your face free of sorrows and fears leaving you weightless, suspended on the limbo of its whiteness, a few creases straightening the pillow will erase. ...