I Am All These Things

In the parking lot
In the state
After school
Before his practice
They kissed hard
Lips to lips
Sharp teeth to sheep teeth
A ritual
Every day
From then on

I would watch
From across the lot
One practice
Then another

I sit at the top of the bleachers
Trying to sink into the wood
Watching speedos
And listening to faggot jokes

I have dreams of water
I have dreams of fire
I have dreams of love

I have all these things
I have all these things
I have all these things
And I have all these things
I have all these things
And I have all these things
And I have all these things

And I will never marry
No, no, no, no, no
And I will never marry
No, no, no, no, no, no
And I will never marry
No, no, no, no, no, no