Jeffrey R. LaCount
- My surf trunks
"And the heavens stretch from horizon to horizon. See as the past watches from far distant pinpoints. Gazing upon our microbial existences, smiling, crying, giggling. Inaudible actions at spooky distances, to mockingly paraphrase a man." Alexander DeNoundmann finishes a sour-cream and toast meal. "This grass feels like wet galaxies saturated by H2O. My surf trunks are becoming soaked.
