“I was 19: 90’s Angst”

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CHS held a Poetry Jam and Book Exchange last week, and so was I inspired to relate my experiences of teenage angst to the next generation. What do you think of the picture of a contemporary angst-riddle me? 

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I have a nineteen ninety’s angst

relieved by dating women with Spanx.

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I try holding them close—sieve full of sand—

all too much like a firecracker in hand.

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And though I’ve accumulated fifteen reasons

to forget my parents’ nine and ninety treasons

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I just can’t let go—

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I drive down the road to find a new home

A Caesar whose 90s were his Rome.

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Explosions of regret, guilt, and angst

since 99 a fuse has burned towards tanks,

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gas ready to illuminate the sky like July, but

don’t tell me I’m a firework, Katy.

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I can only hear Steve Perry, so

I’ll always hold on to these feelings.

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Kittens purred when I cried in ‘95.

Millennial cats just hiss me in stride.

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Smelly cat, oh smelly cat, I skinned you for your fur.

Us hipsters freeze, lacking heat with 90 bridges to burn.

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I’d trade fifteen years of adult anxieties

To kiss my first taste of angst from the ‘90s.

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alas, I have only words to jump these hurdles

written wearing t-shirts limned with Ninja Turtles.

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