To Remember

She is soft and warm. Radiant, he says. Stop being so radiant. It's a deeper beauty, an inner beauty. Like a queen. I want my heart to be beautiful too. I hope it is. Let me make it myself. Let my faith be through my eyes. Empty shells and forgotten packages, wrapped in brown paper, and threaded string. When nothing is there, where can you find it? Their particular conundrums come as a result of extensive study. So acidic, he says. But that's the only thing she remembers.