a poem by freesia

Ernie is my favorite friend.
He spent a lot of dough
to fly out here and visit me
because I love him so.

Ernie is a jolly whelp,
a “party girl” at heart-
who has fine taste in scenery
and tourism, and art.

He has a flair for eating steak,
and barbecue, and Thai.
He likes beers shaped like bowling pins
and sweet potato pie.

I’ve known Ernie EIGHT whole years-
our lives have re-arranged.
And I was so relieved to find
that nothing’s really changed.

He helps me find perspective
when my life’s in disarray.
He makes me stop complaining
when I just can’t get my way.

He kicks my ass, he knocks me down.
It’s always understood-
He only pushes me around
For my own fucking good.

He gives me lots of good advice
on why and how to live.
And how to cope when shit is hard
and I have no more to give.

And even after two long years
of being far apart,
the crazy bastard has retained
his spot within my heart.

Enjoy your flight, baby. Come back soon.