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.
original works of parts
While Slicing Apples and Oranges To Saucers Before Brunch
"How am I supposed to get ahead in life
if I am constantly effecting repairs?"
Two steps forward one step back?
The blade tip tangs off of a saucer's edge,
Sunbright white apple flesh slips loose
as it withdraws to the cutting board tasks.
"Yes, something like that-"
Don't lick your fingers before we're done.
It's impolite. Plain rude.
"If I have to keep fixing things as they break down
and covering costs, when do I get ahead?"
You don't.
You may, if things break your way.
A short sip of tea and a pink cloth napkin
dabs each side of the wide blade
until it splits the eyes like the
glimmering miniature forks
resting beside the disks and wedges of
dewy juice sweating fruits
inside each saucer.
"That's stupid."
Is it? Maybe 'getting ahead' means
living comfortably. Where are you trying to get to?
"A place where I don't have to fix things all of the time."
We should probably get some sugar cubes out,
the tea is a little too dry.
"A place where I can have nicer things.
Reliable things. New things!"
A short slurp and a little cough.
A bumble bee printed cigarette case
serves as a cup rest. "You're right,"
"it is a bit dry." Chairs rattle and groan
against warming morning patio cement.
"I'm tired of being poor."
Being poor or feeling poor?
'Getting ahead' for you, for me,
may only amount to advancing life one more day,
one more week. Things will always need fixing.
They will always break down, new and old.
Be glad that you are able to and imagine
where you would be
if you couldn't. At least now all you need
is a little luck.
A lawnmower coughs and dies. Cusses drift
up and up and mute
into the hiss and swish of tree leave's
sway and gossip. Birds resume
their afternoon plans.
"Getting ahead in life..."
You don't. I don't. Not in the way you're thinking.
The best you'll do is a vacation here and there.
Maybe a car or two and a house. You'll feel poor then too.
Apple slice snaps in a toothy smile,
chewed vigorously before a miniature fork clatters
to a saucer face.
Have patience. Your day will come for you
and it will either be the day you get what you want
or the day you realize you already had it.
if I am constantly effecting repairs?"
Two steps forward one step back?
The blade tip tangs off of a saucer's edge,
Sunbright white apple flesh slips loose
as it withdraws to the cutting board tasks.
"Yes, something like that-"
Don't lick your fingers before we're done.
It's impolite. Plain rude.
"If I have to keep fixing things as they break down
and covering costs, when do I get ahead?"
You don't.
You may, if things break your way.
A short sip of tea and a pink cloth napkin
dabs each side of the wide blade
until it splits the eyes like the
glimmering miniature forks
resting beside the disks and wedges of
dewy juice sweating fruits
inside each saucer.
"That's stupid."
Is it? Maybe 'getting ahead' means
living comfortably. Where are you trying to get to?
"A place where I don't have to fix things all of the time."
We should probably get some sugar cubes out,
the tea is a little too dry.
"A place where I can have nicer things.
Reliable things. New things!"
A short slurp and a little cough.
A bumble bee printed cigarette case
serves as a cup rest. "You're right,"
"it is a bit dry." Chairs rattle and groan
against warming morning patio cement.
"I'm tired of being poor."
Being poor or feeling poor?
'Getting ahead' for you, for me,
may only amount to advancing life one more day,
one more week. Things will always need fixing.
They will always break down, new and old.
Be glad that you are able to and imagine
where you would be
if you couldn't. At least now all you need
is a little luck.
A lawnmower coughs and dies. Cusses drift
up and up and mute
into the hiss and swish of tree leave's
sway and gossip. Birds resume
their afternoon plans.
"Getting ahead in life..."
You don't. I don't. Not in the way you're thinking.
The best you'll do is a vacation here and there.
Maybe a car or two and a house. You'll feel poor then too.
Apple slice snaps in a toothy smile,
chewed vigorously before a miniature fork clatters
to a saucer face.
Have patience. Your day will come for you
and it will either be the day you get what you want
or the day you realize you already had it.
Null
A willingness to give up means
you know
the world.
I will lose a You have never slept
finger before I better than the first day
kill again. you fixed an ultimatum.
How swell would it be What had happened was.
to lose a tooth to me. Allow me to clarify.
Can I borrow an earring? Can I eat your face?
As long as you're dead, the fuck's the difference.
Park in an empty lot and who are you
lining your wheels to asphalt paint for?
Heart beats sound amazing. There is a fire,
The only thing more being small inside the wreck.
the click of the load of "heart." Two hands to cup air & blow.
Spin the chamber giggle giggle Savages, savages, ALL!
giggle fuss. How long were you Set coordinates.
breast fed? Set fear aside. Adjust clothing.
The stars are beautiful. The moon keeps driving by our house real slow.
With both barrels, fade summer.
In the mean time, cherry tomaters greet when work ceases.
Brown grass becomes a mirror and naps prickly.
Windows close and shades during the day.
We gossip and chant and the sun
blushes. Mars and I still
quipping about his heavy handed ways.
Today? Sure.
A limb? No.
A digit? Yes.
To feel alive. Less than that. I am more than the sum of my parts.
How can I prove it to you?
The sun stares in; The moon glimmer is undeniable.
glare and sharp and Stand up. Please, sit down.
wet spectrum. I brought cookies and they will
not soften themselves in cups.
Allow me to pour the tea
wayfarer.
you know
the world.
I will lose a You have never slept
finger before I better than the first day
kill again. you fixed an ultimatum.
How swell would it be What had happened was.
to lose a tooth to me. Allow me to clarify.
Can I borrow an earring? Can I eat your face?
As long as you're dead, the fuck's the difference.
Park in an empty lot and who are you
lining your wheels to asphalt paint for?
Heart beats sound amazing. There is a fire,
The only thing more being small inside the wreck.
the click of the load of "heart." Two hands to cup air & blow.
Spin the chamber giggle giggle Savages, savages, ALL!
giggle fuss. How long were you Set coordinates.
breast fed? Set fear aside. Adjust clothing.
The stars are beautiful. The moon keeps driving by our house real slow.
With both barrels, fade summer.
In the mean time, cherry tomaters greet when work ceases.
Brown grass becomes a mirror and naps prickly.
Windows close and shades during the day.
We gossip and chant and the sun
blushes. Mars and I still
quipping about his heavy handed ways.
Today? Sure.
A limb? No.
A digit? Yes.
To feel alive. Less than that. I am more than the sum of my parts.
How can I prove it to you?
The sun stares in; The moon glimmer is undeniable.
glare and sharp and Stand up. Please, sit down.
wet spectrum. I brought cookies and they will
not soften themselves in cups.
Allow me to pour the tea
wayfarer.
Smoker 54
It is possible to shed tears on command
as flares to attract missiles.
Do you have a light?
I remember my back pocket.
I am asking you, makeup waterfalls
at corners of mouth.
Stomp the remains into concrete.
Pull another and flame kiss nose.
Around the corner
they are waiting and the pearls begin to form.
Laugh, head far enough out to smack a street sign
while we drive;
clear up my eyes, cotton breeze.
Embers in our 45 mile per hour wake.
as flares to attract missiles.
Do you have a light?
I remember my back pocket.
I am asking you, makeup waterfalls
at corners of mouth.
Stomp the remains into concrete.
Pull another and flame kiss nose.
Around the corner
they are waiting and the pearls begin to form.
Laugh, head far enough out to smack a street sign
while we drive;
clear up my eyes, cotton breeze.
Embers in our 45 mile per hour wake.
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