Listen to the surf. I could lie here, lie here with you forever.
STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89
Do you think we could do things together always? I mean, like we could be these archaeologists sifting the sand for the remains of ancient civilisations, and together all the time, sharing everything.
I invent the last thing
that ever happens.
INVENTIONS PT 110 BY WILLIAM ERICKSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89
I scratch in your sound with a stylus of distant horns and angry doors.
BODY PAINT, NO TATTOOS BY HR HARPER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89