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Letters

Marlon

Inflatable

Im gonna tell you a story about the beach…

Riding down the boardwalk on my bike, I pedal on & i see the waves crashing down at the shore

the golden sand grows hairs from his arms,

and among the shore there’s a yellow teeth line.

Olive beach balls keep bouncing back and forth

with the motion i create while i splash inside that zone.

The waves keep curling up at his toes,

as i kiss the back of the sand, salty moisture on my mouth.

The beach was from a foreign land, with warm waters and pink skies,

the ocean almost made me drown, i was too smart to let it take me down.

I dont go out to the beach anymore, the sunburn was too much,

now with cancer inside my heart,

i have to get used to the loneliness in my skies.

-Pablo Delgadillo

Leebo & Marcel

Scotch & Soda Spring/Summer 2013

Alessandra

Izabel

Chris

Soup