unsolicited and unwelcome
a man bigger and taller than
i am demands to know what it is
that i believe in
and when i tell him that
i believe in love
he tells me that i am wrong
and i tell him he is
making me uncomfortable
and finger the cap on the canister
of mace in my jacket pocket
i do not tell this man
that he doesn’t know what he is
talking about, nor do i
ask just who the hell he
thinks he is to tell me
that my belief is wrong
i believe in love
in the way my friend wears
the pajama pants i bought him
and makes me pancakes and coffee
for breakfast
i believe in love
in the way she hangs the art
i make for and send to her
in the houses of her home,
willing to bring a massive
canvas all the way to alaska
i believe in love
in the way they welcome me
into their heart and their home
and lets me make them dinner
and clean up after like
domesticity is what you make of it
i believe in love
in the way my sister
calls me her brother
for the very first time
and doesn’t laugh when it
makes me cry
and i believe in love
like one could or would
a god,
but my god is not cruel
my god is not distant
my god
is in the bus fair he makes sure
i have, and then offers if i don’t
my god
is tangible and believes in
me like i believe in it
my god
makes sure i’ve eaten and drank
makes sure i get home safely
and asks me to text them
because they’ll worry if i don’t