The explosions are dull, distant, and yet they rattle deafeningly in my bones. One part of my brain knows they’re harmless, they make people happy, only fairy lights in the sky – but the other part shrinks and jitters.
So I, too, shrink and jitter-jitter-jitter ceaselessly.
But then you come put the blindfold over my squeezed-shut eyes and press the headphones tightly over my ears. You simply cover me like a warm weighted blanket.
In the sightless, soundless calm, you sweetly feed me tart honey.
And with your fingers, your lips, teeth, and tongue, you give me tender, sparkling fireworks.
