Matthew Miller
Digit
Sometimes I'm afraid that a number may begin to grow in my brain until there is no more room for it, that it will continue to expand, seeping through my nerves into spaces that it has no use for. If the number should continue to grow, what will it do when it reaches the skin? How will the skin bear it? And what will the number do later, when it is beyond me—its audience—when it contains me, and I am the imperfection in it, instead of it, the little god inside me?