Diwali

The popular drink is still, but the bubbles
Prickly to your ear still overpower the
microwave popcorn of Diwali

Much more demanding then,
the unalarming gunshots,
Are pretend, they slice

The air with the flashes,
Penknives, mugs
Or maybe warriors, who knows

I'd like to go and watch, maybe some company
Would do, I'd like to have someone
Say yes

And smooth out the edges of the black
With their coat, their wool or cotton
Just see and understand

-T