do you believe in ghosts? i believe the morning my father died i heard him whistling "danny boy" in the bathroom and a week later, saw him standing in the living room with a suit case in his hand. "we never got to say goodbye", he said, and i said, "i don't believe in goodbyes." i believe that's why i have this hole in my chest: sometimes it's rabid, sometimes it's incoherent. i believe i'll survive. i believe early to bed and early to rise is a boring way to live. i believe good poets borrow, great poets steal, and if only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.