Ricky Garni
Pillow
I read a book
shaped like a pillow
the color of a cherryWhen people say
“You look like a cherry”
I say, “You mustbe talking about
my book.” But then
I lookAt my face, and it’s true
I do. And my book is my
book—it’s all about meAnd I grow faint—
I want to rest
but I can’t find
my pillow.