Harmless, your car is made of beautiful pieces of fiberglass. I put my face down on the window. I thirst. I touch your car. I touch the wheels of your car with my finger and imagine how warm your trunk must be. There is rubber and there is steel and at night I will come through your garage and not even hide. I hope you have left your doors unlocked. I hope you will trust me. The license plate like an invitation. The windows so clean they wet my throat.<\/p>\n
Hold me, the license plate changes constantly. I never know what I am looking for. This is a picture on copy paper. This is a piece of copy paper with a picture of a license plate on it. The numbers keep changing. I see a row of silver cars. 199. 199. 192. I will drive this block for hours. I will put my leg outside. I will fall into the cement like a ring and you will leave me there alone. Walking the garages like a thief. Walking the garages like a trashcan in the corner of the garages. I will keep moving. The piece of paper blowing out the window, onto the curb. The copy paper blowing on the curb like a leaf raking towards a bag. Like a bag of shit you left near the fence. A bag of shit. The numbers changing.<\/p>\n
Hold me, nothing is safe. My Sweatshirt is a bulletproof vest. I carry two knives. Nothing is secure. My sweatshirt is made of weak cloth. I climb under the fence. I murder boredom with these two long knives. I fold them into my pocket like a wonderful roll of money. I keep this safe. I move very quickly. I am a dream. I am invisible until you catch me counting parking spaces. You question me and quickly shut the fuck up. There are no dreams which can explain my behavior. I am a body of dimes. I roll across the parking lot. I am a body of secret felonies.<\/p>\n
Harmless, when I go away. I take your keys with me. I leave your things. Your bag of suits. Your special change. I have so many numbers in my head I can’t remember colors. I think synesthesia. I cannot explain this to you. When you come after me you are like a fistful of thumbtacks. Each one a different color. I am worried you might cry. Your tears like shredded tires. Your tears coming out from beneath the shiny lens of your glasses.<\/p>\n
Thomas Patrick Levy<\/strong>‘s work has appeared in various journals and publications including Pear Noir!, Kill Author, PANK,<\/em> and the New York Quarterly. <\/em>Visit him online at http:\/\/www.thomaspatricklevy.com.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Harmless, your car is made of beautiful pieces of fiberglass. I put my face down on the window. I thirst. I touch your car. I touch the wheels of your car with my finger and imagine how warm your trunk<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[21979],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1246,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions\/1246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}