My Favorite Obsession by: Lillian Behrendt

A perfect night

That's what it is

To go to a crowded old theater and yell things at a screen

Ah, but it's much more than that

To wait in anticipation for the Fox Twentieth Century Jingle

And to hear the lips sing

To do the time warp

To stuff yourself with whatever sugary thing they have

To throw and yell and laugh

But to feel sad when Frank and Columbia die

And by Superheroes you're tired

But you don't want to leave

You're groggy and hypnotized

But it's so perfect you just want to lock up the moment forever

So perfect you're afraid it will break

And you have to come back

Because there is nothing in the world like it

And if you can't go back

You try and think back

To when you were there

But the bliss, remembering the bliss of the moment

Just makes you cry

Because outside of the dark theater

People don't like you

You can't throw things at anyone

You don't know what they'll say next

If only you could live inside your safe dark place

Where the shadows of Riff Raff and Magenta flicker

Live on popcorn and just watch one movie over and over again

If you could just live that perfect moment forever

Where there's nobody whispering behind your back

Making plans without you

No teachers telling you that you're smart but you need to figure out your priorities

No parents telling you to get out more, go to the movies

They don't understand

Because why would you want to see, do anything else

You don't have friends anymore

They just think you're too weird

Watching your favorite movie in your head

You're always so sad on Saturday nights, because you'd rather be in your pitch-black sanctuary

You just wish someone would understand

That you just wanna go to the late night double feature picture show