PJ Grollet began his working life at age ten as a babysitter and then ditch digger. From there he graduated to packing houses, an interlibrary loan department, the front desk of a resort, and bail bonds. He currently sells money and surfs the dream cycles. He’s the scribe for the five-volume series, The Book of Dreams and has been published in Horror Sleaze Trash.
putting a gun in your mouth twice daily
my dad sat in his favorite chair and scooped spoonfuls of strawberry ice cream into his mouth as he watched the conservative news channel. an advertisement played on the tv— an infomercial for a new toothbrush that’s wildly popular right now in the United States. it’s marketed as a powerful and effective toothbrush that’s in the shape of a modern black handgun. they placed the removable cap at the end of the barrel to expose the brush. I’m astonished by how many people bought this thing and are now brushing their teeth twice a day with a gun in their mouth.
I entered this world with a symphony buried deep within my soul. my song remains unfulfilled revelation. the arrangement’s death rattles offered up a glimpse of its structure—a maze of connections between frequencies, and the plant kingdom—but because I never brought it out, the song turned rancid and curdled and died in my center.