So easily we shatter.
SO EASILY WE SHATTER BY IRÈNE MATHIEU 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 10
So easily we shatter, and our bones, like bits of crystal, are glass blown in the caverns of blood of our chests. holding you in the slanting sun, parallelograms of light shifting on our skin, I imagine that our touch is enough…
One day things will change.
IN SEARCH OF SPARE CHANGE BY MARCUS A LUND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 10
She will ask me. She will walk over to me and repeat the question. Who are we? Why are we too busy to do anything outside of work and eat and sleep and shit? We are too busy to do anything new or fun.
What is the time if the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the five? Five o’clock, far.
FIVE O’CLOCK BY ALAN EMMINS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 10
With teary eyes she says, “Far, I miss mor!” “I know you do,” I tell her as I brush a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “It’s okay to miss mor, and you should miss mor, darling. But you should try to miss her in a nice way. You don’t have to miss her and get upset. You can miss her and be happy.”