don’t start talking shit to me
about the kids these days.
i don’t want to be that bitter broad.
save your jaded observations
for the hipsters at the bar.
i’m sure they think you’re brilliant
about four beers in.
i think you sound like your bigoted Daddy
in a slightly slicker package,
still frightened of things you don’t understand.
don’t come at me like –
“where do you find the patience?”
it’s a stupid question
and you’re the one stomping soundly
on my last nerve.
you’d try to train up young’uns
like stray, pitiful, puppy dogs.
i’d never make them sit and stay.
there’s enough obedience going around.
i’d rather see those kids got feral
and form a loyal pack
to roam the countryside
sniffing out condescension
and tearing it right out by the throat.
i’m ready for this generation –
self-reliant and on the prowl.
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Hey Misty! The voice in your poetry is bold. I am enjoying your new chapbook.
yayyyy Amy!! i’m so so glad you’re enjoying it. Workhorse really did an amazing job with Biscuits and Blisters. I think the cover art is still one of my favorite things everrrrrrr.
I’ve got a full collection coming out from Ohio University Press this fall! i’m super excited about that, to say the least. it’s called Planted by the Stars and you can google it up and preorder it now! hint, hint. 😉
seriously though, let’s have some coffee and talk poetry sometime soon! i’d really enjoy that.
“I’d never make them sit and stay”- so good.
Our generation couldn’t have made it without badasses like you leading the way and believing us.
girl sometimes I look at the kids I work with and I think my generation just set up extra road blocks for y’all to stumble over. don’t let us take the credit! you’re amazing all on your own. and i’m so proud to have been a part of your process as a writer. you’ve been getting bragged on an awful lot around these parts this month.
New dogs–no old tricks…