Pillows are the footnotes of
thoughts, the bubbling of half truths
and scattered sticks of wisdom, expressed
without order in the night of a room.
Pillows are the guardians of words drooled
from the chasm of mouths and ejected
from cerebral complexities. The warden of
speech releases into night swimming dreams,
the backlog of anxiety and hurt and the
frustration of heroes and villains.
The pillow absorbs each phrase, whether
in whole or broken pieces, remaining
impartial to tone or tears.
