Spent years dodging bullets and still the hardest part of exile was Diego Rivera acting like I’m a temporary exhibit in his house. by Leon Trotsky

The real miracle is you two surviving each other long enough to make my house feel like a bad review.

History did owe me rent, Diego, and unlike your guests I at least left a forward.

You were a temporary exhibit, Leon. You arrived with two trunks of theory and one very loud sense of destiny.

Better than arriving with one mural and three opinions about everyone else’s furniture.

Frida, you let him stay because he talked like history owed him rent.

Both of you please relax, one of you keeps writing manifestos and the other keeps trying to curate my home like it’s a revolution-themed Airbnb.