And at the outlet we spend a whole hour in the custom cabinet section. We need a place to keep our sounds. We add more shelves. The cabinets hold our sounds together and when I close the doors we are not thirsty. I surround you with this hum, I surround myself with a hug of hums and say THANK GOD FOR ALL THESE WALLS. You know without the shapes we would walk all around, our own shape like a circle, our own shape breaking apart and making crumbs all over the counter top. You say HOW MANY PLACES CAN WE MAKE, you say LOOK HOW THEY NEVER WALK AGAINST THE ARROWS. And later, back home, the air is noisy and the cabinets are full and nothing is misplaced and the television is famous, and the television is glowing all night alone, the pixels dying like moths.




At the outlet the most interesting spaces are empty. The most interesting brickwork is an interior wall. You know I could spend all day looking through windows with you. You could spend all day, too, looking at the spaces between each brick. Our space is only 600 square feet and sometimes your sister paints the walls fake. Sometimes I come home with the pieces of a strangerís face and sometimes I just want to crush my fingers in every single fucking door jamb. These are the most beautiful spaces. Sometimes filled with ocean, sometimes with a secret floor plan. Sometimes I breathe so deep that all of your business plans mean nothing to me. I have all the easy-to-assemble outlet furniture I could ever need and we go to the outlet anyway. I breathe an elaborate breath. I glide over each arrow. I want to find you asleep in a green room. I run through the thresholds. I say LOOK AT THE WAY YOU HAIRS BECOME THE WALL.


Thomas Patrick Levy is the author of I Don't Mind If You're Feeling Alone (YesYes Books, 2012) and Please Don't Leave Me Scarlett Johansson (Vinyl 45s Chapbook Series, 2011). He works as a web developer and enjoys disrespecting mature authors. Additional information is all over the internet, use your googles.