A sniff in the dark—just curtains and the wind, but… When I close my eyes, it’s you. Folding the shirt you hang on the back of a chair, nails on guitar strings, your fingers on my skin, breath that leaves me breathless. Oh, to hear that song once more.

JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. You can find more of her work at jlperidot.com.