I believe the right man is out there in the billions.
I believe I will never meet him.
I believe I will never be able to think about
graphic sex without sneezing
as though a light switch was flicked.
I believe in gold teeth.
I believe in starter motors and spark plugs.
I believe in 32 gauge wire and toast,
lightly buttered with jam and tea.
I believe in hanging sneakers up to dry because
I believe in leaping in to and out of rain puddles
beside curbs when they are deep enough
to float an aircraft carrier.
I believe in the bodies ability to mend.
I believe in the snap fire crack of a wooden bat's sound
against a leather clad baseball.
I believe in sun showers.
I believe surviving summer deserves a badge.
I believe winter.
I believe there are a finite number of breathes as soon
as you leave the assembly line.
I believe flies should not be able to navigate wet weather.
I believe being white would be kind of swell
and there is no way in hell I could pull it off
as comfortably as the skin I am in.
I believe my ex's are happy.
I believe my knuckles will never be the same.
I believe creating a painting manually
is unrivaled in its degree of difficulty.
I believe too much head trauma can mate with bad genes.
I believe there is not another set of eyelashes like mine on Earth.
I believe in licking everything.
I believe in washing ears first when showering.
I believe in focused jealousy.
I believe in cadence.
I believe in dice.
