![a two page spread showing a segment of a zine. the background of both pages is mottled tan and blue. on the left page there is a collage where the background is a photo of a shadow of legs, wearing jeans and boots. in light tan there are images of a coyote, a centaur, a beetle, a snake, two revolvers with lighter echoes to resemble them falling, and several small bullet holes. in dark blue there are two simplistic flocks of birds on the tops of bottoms of the collage, with the bottom one flipped upside down. there is light blue text all along the background of the collage that repeats "i don't know who i'll be tomorrow". the right page shows two titles, with "the road behind" at the top next to an outline of a belt, and "the road ahead" at the bottom next to an outline of two interlocking rings. there is a poem on the page that reads: "the wild broncs & our herd of cattle, thundering footsteps n wild eyes / the careful curves of a revolver grip & the even spaces between the holes on your worn leather belt / your hair when its messy from sleepin once again upon the ground, rolled over closer to me despite the heat of the mornin sun & your gentle hands with a razor against my throat, so i can stay cleaner an i feel out on the plains, no squintin anymore into our broken mirror / the night my mama came to me in a dream n placed a cold and ghostly hand on my shoulder an said, hes a good feller, aint he? & the mornin you asked if i wanted ta come home and meet yer folks and i said im already home out in these hills with you but id sure love to kiss yer mama on the cheek and thank her for raisin such a fine man / the time you placed your hand over my mouth cause you heard footsteps round the bend & the time i pulled your palm to my lips so i could savor the rough feel of you against me / the rings we traded our guns for & the love we traded our old selves for / you, asleep, peaceful & you, awake, blazin like the sun / you & me. us," [end image description]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5b5f71244c67339cb122e85d5cfc97c4/f3c41b31ac4b4c59-0d/s500x750/afb9c50f940bd92615db35de239b34d26f355f46.png)
ALTi heard yall like gay cowboys?
(<- guy who is publishing a zine tomorrow)
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the road behind
the wild broncs & our herd of cattle, thundering footsteps n wild eyes / the careful curves of a revolver grip & the even spaces between the holes on your worn leather belt / your hair when its messy from sleepin once again upon the ground, rolled over closer to me despite the heat of the mornin sun & your gentle hands with a razor against my throat, so i can stay cleaner an i feel out on the plains, no squintin anymore into our broken mirror / the night my mama came to me in a dream n placed a cold and ghostly hand on my shoulder an said, hes a good feller, aint he? & the mornin you asked if i wanted ta come home and meet yer folks and i said im already home out in these hills with you but id sure love to kiss yer mama on the cheek and thank her for raisin such a fine man / the time you placed your hand over my mouth cause you heard footsteps round the bend & the time i pulled your palm to my lips so i could savor the rough feel of you against me / the rings we traded our guns for & the love we traded our old selves for / you, asleep, peaceful & you, awake, blazin like the sun / you & me.
us,
the road ahead
