Memory Pillow
“Sleep well?” she asked.
“Yes, but strange dreams,” I said.
“How’d you like the memory pillow?” she asked.
“What? What’s that?” I said.
“It conforms to your head and neck,” she said. “It’s my daughter’s. I took it off her
bed.”
bed.”
“Has she been to Tzfat?”
“Yes, it’s one of her favorite places. Have you been?”
“No, but I remember it now.”
Ken Seide is the pen name of a resident of Newton, Mass. His short stories have appeared in Poetica and Cyclamens and Swords. His poems have appeared in Poetica, Kerem, Voices Israel, Muddy River Poetry Review, and other publications.
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