Electricity

I’ve never seen anyone light anyone up the way you two do each other. I didn’t know people could smile with every muscle of their faces all at the same time. As if every fibre is electrified. Like you’ve been tasered in the cheek. By each other. I guess that’s why you’re glowing. Bright and strong but fast and fragile. Like the light bulbs I got from Tesco last week. I don’t know what wattage I’m meant to get. Does anyone? Last night I cooked a lasagne at 10 o’clock but it might as well have been daylight. And then the bulbs broke and slivers of glass went all over the floor. I ate my meal in the dark with my feet covered in blood. I wonder if that’s what you’ve got to look forward to.