Category: Carsen Suh
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Fall (Off My Bike)
Poem by Carsen Suh Art by Hadrian OGarro The messenger’s breath stung, he arrived without warning. No, he is the warning. Dry ice, crushed leaves but I know not to kill him. It’s warm! Actually– Yeah, balmy out today. I took a cold shower and I haven’t had coffee…
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