CarrollBlog 8.6

I call her Ria, but I could call her salt or lightning just as well.

The two of us do many senseless things, We call

them beautiful, and drop them.

She is carved out of x-rays. She radiates through

walls and my words. She is very far away.

If I am alone, she sits here in front of my eyes.

I think I must pain her, because she sighs and sheds

her sadness on my body.

How strange that no one has noticed the flowers

above her head! I have seen and heard them; they fling

colored bells in all...