Found

by Todd Rigney

My brother keeps a human head in his closet.

When I opened the bag at the alley I almost cried.

When he’s at work I take it out and look at it.

Every few days he has a new head. Usually they’re black women. One time he had a white man’s head in there. The eyes were missing and his tongue was sticking out.

Whenever I’m home alone I go through my family’s private things.

It’s weird to get advice from a killer.

I go straight for my parents room, saving the my brother’s severed head for last. Because after I see the head I usually don’t want to snoop around anymore. I usually feel sick.