I Like Movie Days

 

even more than dancing at prom in the Disneyland Resort Grand Ballroom

surrounded by the beautiful dresses, and hair, and makeup and flashing cameras

or dressing up for the sake of dressing up

to go to all you can eat sushi

where we ate so much fish I half expected us to grow gills

or taking the train to San Diego to visit the elephants

or even camping at San Onofre Beach where

we roasted marshmallows the size of our heads

but you forgot the graham crackers

so we had to go the rest of the night with sticky fingers

maybe because of the way you slide across the floor in you socks to greet me at the door

or maybe because of the way you make your bright orange and brown beaver hat

match perfectly with your red Coca-Cola shirt, or maybe the mischievous looks

we exchange when your little brother becomes enraged

that he cannot play Xbox while we watch our movies

because he doesn’t understand

how much fun we have stealing kisses between the scenes, eventually

missing out on the whole movie

or how these are the only days I don’t care that I didn’t have the chance to work out

and I don’t care that we are eating pizza and ice cream on a Wednesday

because why should I be anxious about consuming over 1200 calories

when I could savor the sweetness of your lips

just like the first time

when you tasted like crème Brule and made me think of Paris

and how I hope you get over your fear of flying because some day

we’re going to travel the world

sarcastically criticizing the Mona Lisa and Starry Night and all the art that in my opinion

look like finger paintings compared to the carefully composed landscape of your eyes

 and maybe

we can even conquer it together.