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crapandemic:

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crapandemic:

Folded a bunch more of my new zine and stamped a bunch of envelopes with my sweet new batty stamp!! You could have a copy to call your own for less than the price of a gas station coffee. You should probably get on that.

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NEW MINI ZINE FROM IMPORTANT HUMAN JULIA EFF!

"IMPORTANT HUMAN"

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Missing Your Mistress

 

I hated myself again today
My skin felt like iron in the early autumn wind
And skin was all I had, save coffee

There’s a place I go to 
Sharpen my teeth 
Where, if I will it,
I can sit still and listen to the things I left unsaid
And warm up from
Their slow burnings out
Hot in the cage of my chest

I let my arms grow numb 
And my feet disappear into oblivion
Because I could not put words to 
What I would tell you
Through the gnashing of my metal mouth

It had something to do with hard cider
A garner belt, an old typewriter
An explanation
An apology
Hope

The first snowfall greeted me there
In that place
All was calm when some part of me
Distant as the other side of The Rockies said

Poor pitiful creature
You can’t find your way back
To that bed-end where 
You curled up into infinity
You don’t bark or bite
And you never took that collar off

by Griffin “Itty Bitty Kitty” Birdsong