My Taller Shadow

He spits sunflower seeds;
I know he believes in jealousy –
But I, I believe that nothing
Could change the way he looks at me.
So if envy were
To creep up my bedroom –
Kind of like the way the sun dawns
Through streaks of inspiring light –
I know I wouldn't make room
For magazines to change
My wandering mind.

He has his hands on one and ten.
And that's how far I count,
When he tails the gate,
And I quickly shout,
“I believe – I believe in fate!”
And the world keeps spinning faster
But I know that
Even though he believes in jealousy,
And intimacy,
And speaking in hallmark languages,
He believes a lot more in me.
Right?

So, if one day he were to catch me,
Like a tangle of blue IV strings,
And consume me like
A breath of sleeping gas
Then I would just
Have to ask,
“Do you believe in me?”
He might say;
That he believes more in
Germany golf tournaments
Or,
Miami hurricanes,
Or his daddy's cancer in his veins.

Maybe I'll believe
In him some day.