The fake plants in my house are like tropical fireworks.
As I shake them left and right they cross vast spacious planes.
My eyes giggle as this spectacle unfolds.
The noise of the fan In my study dances across the pallet of my eardrum.
Each gust of air like rushing water.
My finger taps the edge on the broken spine of an old anatomy textbook.
It sounds like the crunch of a thousand graham crackers
I will never know your sensory experience.
But right now im enjoying mine.