It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make.
Roses came roaring across the garden at him.
He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against the window screen.
Most of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear the cries of the roses being burned alive in the noonday sun.
Like horses, Geryon would say helpfully, like horses in war.
Image: Cy Twombly. Untitled (Bassano in Teverina), 1985. Acrylic, oil paint, spray paint on wooden panel, 181.7 x 181.7 cm
Text Excerpt: Carson, Anne. Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse. New York: Vintage Contemporaries, 1999. Print.