Letter by returnKate Schapira
Hello dear. I am out at death’s door. Just draw a locked-up and left bicycle instead of me. This is me wheat-pasting open- heart surgery prints onto lampposts and bus shelters. Thoracic canyons that anyone might have. Even me if I am brave enough. My goal is to reveal them while I still can, and that makes me busy. They say that’s the thing. To keep busy.
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