Dana And Eric Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Oh we’re stubborn alright,
That was established at the start.

But I never told you
That you, sitting there, playing your

Questionable

Music while I made cookies,
Made me beyond anxious
And I loved every minute of it.

My superego was tickled pink
Holding my hands steady
And my kisses to myself.

My superego
As big as Warren Sapp.

My superego
As big as Shaq
With a bone to pick

and that bone would be my forearm
That wants desperately to
Circumnavigate your defined back.

But there we are,
Asses,
unmoving and curious asses
Desperate for communication,
Expecting none.

Look,
My heart will always be right here on my shoulder
And as cliché as that is,
All you have to do is grab for it.
Treat it like all tias treat sobrinos.
Like a little girl treats her gold fish.
Like Dana treated Eric.