Palestine is not a spiritual what-if. We are at play in fields of ghostlike ghosts and call ourselves real. America is a false visionary. Nuance is a ruin. Witness is necessary. Do more than look, here:
The Night Won't End
In angel, the name of my son’s sickness means interrupted by peace. Heaven’s only there if you don’t go.
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Letter 062624 a knife loses consciousness
Dear Ethan Hawke
I was going to write a letter to Elliott Smith and apologize to him for thinking he sang this one Sparklehorse song. I started the letter but it put me to sleep and I went on to have a nightmare where I was Peter and kids were asking me about Jason Molina and I just kept saying Ohio Ohio Ohio and I was half awake when god told me there were actually three roosters and I needn’t have died. Touch turns off its hands.
The rains came and the animals were empty. The devil refused to be naked. Canary after crushed canary was rubbed into the body of god. I prayed for you a pregnancy test and a plastic knife. An angel asked me to identify my dental records. I spoke angel.
Letter 062524 the rabbit’s dream of knowing magic
Dear Ethan Hawke
I am reading Vanessa Angélica Villarreal’s Magical/Realism and its propulsively engaged agonizing has such weight that one can hear lights pop distantly above its interrogated verse. Have you ever reappeared in front of a child who then puts bread in your hand? I eat like a ghost in fast food parking lots. I think of my father’s partner who was deported too many years ago. I drive like my mother. I can’t be elsewhere. My two older sons carry my youngest son everywhere. They place him across his mother’s legs which have both been tricked into falling asleep. A straight line weighs nothing. Nothing, also, when it weeps.
Letter 062424
Dear Ethan Hawke
There is a tooth you can put in your mouth that will let you see every ghost. Angels use more data than god.
Letter 062324
Dear Ethan Hawke
Most surgeons are addicted to standing in church. I am wrong with my entire body. I am at the point in my dying where I remember only those things that my children wanted to tell me. Angels stop appearing bc people aren’t where they should be. A groundhog’s heart turns into a star. I call this chapter groundhog pain. There are no doctors who specialize in tunnel hurt. Don’t kill the light. Make it sick.
God can’t critique everything
God can’t review everything
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