Carmen

This is the world, this lovely, lovely fruit hat. We all live here on this lovely, lovely fruit hat that is the whole wide world.

We live here on this fruit hat—this hat covered entirely in fruit. We are the fruit on this fruit hat. We, the fruit on this fruit hat, are the citizens of the world.

We said, "...hat covered entirely in fruit..." but the truth is that we don't know. Is there, really, underneath all of us—we fruit on this fruit hat—a hat? Or is the fruit on this fruit hat, in fact, all that constitutes this fruit hat? We are not sure. Are we attached to something? Is there a skeleton? A continuous piece of fabric or a scarf? Are we, the fruit of the fruit hat, holding the world together as both its citizens and its superstructure?

This is a mystery.

What we do know is that below us is Carmen Miranda, and she is our pillar/God. She holds us up. She, stalwart, stoic, steady, carries us all above the nothing. Her feet reach down to eternity, to the everlasting abyss underneath. She is as tall as the entire universe. She goes on forever.

We, the fruit on this fruit hat, adore our pillar/God. We adore you, Carmen Miranda, who holds us up. Who carries us. We are your burden, but you never complain. You never falter. You are so much greater than all of us.

If we were anything other than fruit, we would worship you by setting up a hundred blogs. We would dedicate them to you, our pillar/God. But, we, unworthy, are merely fruit and have no fingers with which to blog.

We can only sing. So, we sing to our pillar/God. We sing to our pillar/God because we cannot worship her in blog form.