I was attracted to this zine by the plastic cover, and the way the words were printed on it.
Inside I found a poem. Or a series of poems. About a boy. And the author's relationship with him. And how it seemed to have been terrible, but at the time they might not have known this. And how they wanted to get out, but that was harder than they thought.
The text is typewritten, and placed on top of black and white images and photographs.
Apparently some combination of all these things meant that the poetry actually registered in my mind (perhaps it was those references to the postal service), and that I enjoyed this zine. Hurray!
(Originally written for 365 Zines a Year.)
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