Blake Levario

I feel things when I see you. An hour into this ice bath—I still feel things. Toddler crying at Teardrop Park—feeling things. If I didn’t need this, I would give it away. But I need this. I’ve imagined a waterfall with another waterfall behind it. Other timelines exist where your hand is holding mine—the locations […]

The accident was bad. I wasn’t there but I heard stories from people that were. The asphalt did what it does best—gave you a place to rest, little cracks in the road where bad things can bloom. I didn’t want to think about it so I thought about it—but only for a little bit. Disaster […]