An Ode To That One F'ing Moron: Poem by Danny Villela-Guzman

Why wish upon plastic glow stars?
When you can wish upon the four ladybugs
Always crossing from rafter to white rafter
Ladybugs might land on you in your sleep
And carry you away
Past your stuffies
And the fairies dancing with your dreams over your head
As you rest your aching heels
With the sheets and vines of your bed

Together we sit
As my burning eyes drown in the flood of light
Resonating with the alabaster panels of your wall
As your ankles catch the wires of the floorboards
Ripping them from their sockets
Sending them into the air
Together we'll dance to a silent piano
As eyeless sockets watch from your closet
As a spot of blue squeaks at our toes
And the chiming sings from the hall

We'll sing along
Sending nonsense to bounce off every poster and art
Over every chain of plushies
Every line of tchotchkes
And every bauble
We'll pile and chat
For hours
About the strings I aimlessly strum,
The manga of dog-eared pages
Each marking your favorite page,
The poetry we read, laced in red,
Reminding us we are more
Even when you perch on your porcelain throne
Deep into the call of nature

So I ask
Why wish upon plastic glow stars?
When you can wish upon the four ladybugs
Always sneaking into your bright young dwelling
Because even though we pray
Magic is our own doing
The steed of myth is nothing more
Than the Caddie perched outside your door
Maybe one day
Together we'll stay
On Elvira's hood wishing on stars
Not made of plastic