It’s a big secret. But if i told you it wouldn’t be. The secret would be broken in half. You
take one, I take the other. The secret is cherry flavored. It’s huge. But I can’t tell you.
Sorry. You show me your polaroids but not all of them. I think you have a secret too. Is it
bigger than mine? That makes me want to tell you my secret so you tell me your secret
and we can compare them. This wouldn’t do anything but displace us. The world is big
but my secret is bigger—think: universe sized. Think: bigger than that. Remember that I
carry my secret, and I’m six foot nothing in boots. I’ve been keeping this secret my
whole life. It just built itself a barn. In space. The barn is everywhere. Inside of you, yes.
This secret is so big that it makes up who you are, who I am. So if I love you and you
love me, the secret is shared between us. If you don’t love me and I love you, same
thing. It’s a really big secret. I wish I could tell you.
Blake Levario lives in Brooklyn and collects Snoopy tattoos.
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