A contemperary poem, with italisized lines by Chinese poet Duoduo, by Margaret.
I write the poetry of the degenerate youth
Reader discretion advised
Every word is a bird with its head crushed
They were getting too fat to fly, anyway
A few tired emotions
Then they stick their fingers down their throats and slice their own wings off
This is a dream, but a dream, your dream:
Ha! Nice try.
Perfect rows of desks, deadpanned stares, the squeal of an almost-dry whiteboard marker
No more than one memory allowed
Always the exact same: "write about what you did over the summer!" (as if they really want to hear)
I live in Jersey, how exciting could it be?
I and she and he and all of us will tell you:
Mosh pits and tattoo parlors, self-piercings and tabloid magazines
Then you'll bury yourself
In that dream you once had, and pretend
That nothing's happened