holy crap, yo
what do you want from me?
blood?
i mean
i completely understand and share your angelina jolie thing

but wanting my blood to hang around your neck in a little vial is a bit excessive
even for me
(nenie is ancient castillian for “a bit excessive”)

fine
you think i don’t love you
well
then i guess we’ll have to fix that

my ‘licia
un blank verse ranting de cruz caceres

so once upon a time
in a place called aurora
there was this kid
who had a friend

well
she wasn’t really a friend
she was just
how you say
yes
ubiquitous

everywhere he went
there she was
everyone he knew
knew her
loved her
thought she was the greatest thing since beer
came with bubbles

and over the years
everywhere he went
and everything he did
was with her there
right next to him
or in the background
or in the foreground
but the important thing was
she was there
always

when she went away
he followed
and when it snowed
he went out of his way to pick her up
and when she jumpedhimfrombehindashewaswalkingacrosscampus
he didn’t kick her ass
because she was his ‘licia
and that’s all that mattered

and years would go by
and things would change
and he would think about her often
where she was
how she was doing
and he missed her

things had changed
where she went
he could no longer follow
the daily ritual
was no longer complete
and maybe he learned to cope
maybe he took her for granted
maybe he internalized all of the exterior joy that had existed for so long

what occured is for the historians to argue
not for the poet to recount

but he missed her
and as soon as he could venture beyond the mountains to see her again
he moved heaven
and nudged earth
and made it happen
because it was his ‘licia
and he missed her so

after so long
there she was
the friend he’d missed so dearly
and nothing had changed
because everything had progressed
and though they were no longer the children of the aurora
or the kidz of the tundra
he loved her all the same
because she was
as always
my ‘licia

There. Was that so hard? ;)

(All I really wanted was an occasional comment or two, but of course you’ve done me one better. Aah, how I love mah Ernie.)

man, I’m all weepy. ern, you’re marvelous.

word
you’re right
not that hard at all

but i never know what to say to your blog
or about your blog
i read it
hell
you’re on the bar above my browser window
(mmmmm, opera)

i just don’t know what to say
and that’s sort of the magic of being ernie
well timed commentary
;)

I like the magic. I just missed your cherubic presence around here and wanted to make sure I’d adequately extended the invitation. (Dontcha know.)