Thomas Patrick Levy

Author of I Don't Mind if You're Feeling Alone & Please Don't Leave Me Scarlett Johansson.

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STORIES

WHY IS YOUR HAIR SO PERFECT

Your feet are all blister and floorboard. Your walk is warped. You look like everyone I have ever seen. I say THE GEOMETRY IS ALL WRONG. You are all shampoo and shoulders. There’s so much water and it’s just appeared. You are almost all panties. I don’t notice what your fingers do when you’re not talking loud enough. You are all shampoo and shoulder and panties. I can’t find your toes. I say say THESE SHOES ARE THE WRONG SHOES. I use your shampoo and it still feels wrong. I don’t know where to put my hands. I say I WANT TO TOUCH YOU. I don’t know which words are the right words. I say I AM GOING TO COUGH ALL RIGHT. Your hair is still perfect. I tie a rope to the ceiling and I tie ropes to your ankles. I say YOUR FEET MUST HURT.Your hair barely moves in the air. Your soles are rough, your soles are sharp. Your hair barely moves even though we’re moving really fucking fast. I try to turn these circles into memories. You look like no one I have ever seen. The water is everywhere and the shampoo is in my eyes. You’re walking away. I say YOU’RE SHIRT IS TOO DAMN LONG. I say YOUR HAIR IS PERFECT.

WHY IS YOUR HAIR SO PERFECT

You look like everyone I have ever seen. Your feet are all blistered. You walk like a warped floorboard and I say THE GEOMETRY IS ALL WRONG. You are all shampoo and shoulders. The water has just appeared. You are almost all panties. I don’t notice what your fingers are doing when you’re not talking loud enough. Your are all shampoo and shoulders and panties. I say THOSE SHOES ARE THE WRONG SHOES. I use your shampoo despite my shame. I don’t know how to touch you so I say I WANT TO TOUCH YOU. I don’t know how to speak to you so I say I AM GOING TO COUGH ALL RIGHT. I can’t seem to stop and still your hair is perfect. I tie ropes to the ceiling and I tie ropes to your ankles. I say I DO NOT WANT TO HURT. I say YOUR SOLES ARE SHARP. Your hair barely moves in the air. Your hair barely moves even though we’re moving really fucking fast. I’m trying to turn your circles into memories. I keep thinking BAMBOO BAMBOO BAMBOO. You look like no one I have ever seen. You walk away and I say YOU’RE SHIRT IS TOO DAMN LONG.