MORALITY KILLS, I misread, spray-painted on the backrest of a couch abandoned
next to the train tracks on Rampart street. Two weeks ago, we were
most likely to be hurt because someone believed us to be wrong. Now,
pathogens. I don’t know what makes me feel less hopeful: this thing we
cannot change, or all the things we could have.

 


 

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