skin

My letter to Shelley

Dear Shelley,

Pessimism is ubiquitous today. You have the ability to relieve some.

I probably will never be published how and where I want to.

Until I found out you might be willing to publish on me.

I want you to appropriate my skin, and I will appropriate your word, and we will make sweet literary love with needle and ink.

I may be a year to late and 20,000 requests behind, but my skin is young and aching to transcend the limited communication of dimple constellations.
I hope you'll consider me for a word.

Sincerely,
Devin Rapson
Minneapolis/Los Angeles

readings

i showed both of these projects to one of my friends and she went pretty crazy for them. not crazy enough to get a tattoo, but crazy enough to talk with me about them for a while. these are two things that came out of the conversation.

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