Within the darkness, a girl, her hands
against her chest. Eyes closed.
Existing: a room of shelves, endless,
unnumbered. This room
is round, with ladders.
And she is here. Browsing.
She opens a book. The first
page. Eyes swollen. Wet paper:
transparent.
Another book. The same. Repeat.
Looking down, she sees the floor,
littered with books. Red. Brown. Black.
Now : higher. Something new.
Dry pages and lightness. Foreign
familiarity. She climbed and read
a different life: he loved her.
Not as he loved her now. Not her now.
He.
In the darkness and quiet. And
he. In her.
Transparent.
