these
are my
insecurities

thomas patrick levy

And the Tetris bricks when rubbed together make an awful sound. You know how I practice these like toothaches, you know how I slide under fences with my magic limbs. I rub the bricks together and make the sound of two plastic bricks rubbing together. You know how I yearn to reach to seem. You know how I seem to always know just about how many more minutes there will be in our lives before the next time we walk together in the dark beside an apartment complex. You know the name. The font is so beautiful. You know the name is a car crash. You know the car crash is a reason to come home and sing IT’S FINALLY THE LAST MOMENT OF THIS SLEEPING. And when I come home I wash the cleanest dirt from my fingernails. I wash splinters and motorcycle shavings from my wrists, I wash everything forever, I wash you with a loofa made to make you belly happy. Made to make your happy so very happy. Smile now, smile smile smile.