Ethel Cain letter 27, 042525
Letter 042525
Dear Ethel Cain
My belly drew circles around me. A scarecrow with cancer made peace with paradise in a cornfield of melancholy. My parents fell asleep but neither one before the other. Some bad kids formed a church then left it so they could pour glue down a rabbit hole. A short period of drunkenness found a mistake in a star. I didn't know how many rabbits to pray for, so I just prayed for one.
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the purple train line cuts the arm of God like a fence, In Jesus’ Name. Dawn, a bomb. All the stops have been pulled out, the word fence fences without intention. Home is the land of the circle. This urgent message flops along the arm of the beast that is not wild, but bewildered. Nubile opressors sing in closets in distant lands. Short form protein shake, backed by cryptocurrency. Thank you for your offering.