I cross examined a pear

A pear, a knife, and a lantern were on trial for murder. The lantern glowed with confidence, whispering to the pear, surely they will convict the knife, look how the blood stains the blade. But I saw the blade was dull. I saw the lantern full of hot air. Only the pear had secrets. I licked its mottled skin, bit into its pale flesh, and saw my mother leave me all over again. 

Toe, Stone

You wake up one day and your right big toe is suddenly a golden key. You stick it into holes, trying to unlock doors, diaries, dungeons. Nothing opens. You walk around for the rest of your life, slightly off balance, until you forget you were ever searching for something hidden.