Letter 071324 today I avoided
Dear Ethan Hawke
I wrote pristine and it was changed to Palestine. I’ve been eating from the wrong mouth. Language is a border because we use it. Terror is aphoristic terror. I worry that because my body did things without me that I now do things to my body to let it know. I watched Wildcat. Gardens are oddly human. Thought makes the mind, maybe. Before is a planet we name after a country. Ethan I’ve been drinking. I hope I am, I hope you are, a ghost wearing the skin of an angel.
kingsoftrain 
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