She says: I listen to love songs
the way Richard Dawkins
must listen to hymns: I understand
the comfort that they bring
but can't buy the ideology behind them.
There is no one person out there
among the seven billion
who, objectively, was meant to be with you.
There's a percentage of people
you'd probably like, a percentage
of people you'd probably fuck,
a percentage of people who'd like
and fuck you, a shaded space
within the global Venn.
Roll a die and roll the die again:
eventually a natural six is thrown.
It's as foolish to assume you'll be alone
forever, as to think you'll find The One.
Your Cupid is a monkey tossing coins.
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