Gen-X is 30 Something

I can remember times

Where the only lines drawn

Were on broken glass top tables

From second hand stores

In first apartments

On third floors

When our only inhibition

Was the fear of being found a fraud

For having reservations

And slight hesitations

Of being the first generation to die for the

un-cause

Of self

Something changed

Was it us

Them

Or are we all still the same

Suburban poison mixed at twice the rate

The lethal dose

Two point five kids and a pension

Collagen and perfect tits

To ease the tension

Of a receding life-line

To confidence

Holding on to murky truths

With popular politics

And obscure tattoos

Because somehow if it's permanent

If you can snap a million self-portraits

Then you don't need to bother with proof

Vicarious belonging

Widens the voids for longing

And desperation

To fill the hole with dirt

And other decaying matter

Helps us hide the lie

That only our life matters

And therefore only we

Can be hurt