he asked
what supplements I was taking
don’t believe in them
I said
but
omega, magnesium, muti-B, C, zinc
we talked about
kim gordon, the prodigy,
nine inch nails, I
didn’t admit
I’d deliberately listened
to phil collins
that day
although it
arguably says
more about my health
-or otherwise
than a handful of
encapsulated vitamins
and whether
I’m a nose breather
at night
the way we circled them
we
empowered women of the 90s
not spice girls, not riot grrls, just us
yet to realise our mistakes
our eyes
greedy for a piece
our price
success
were they ever afraid
did they even notice?
seducing
our prey
as we slipped through the net
of history
fishnet-clad wrists
slicing away
traces kicked over
bottles smashed
tracing an ankh – life!
into teenage behinds
in black
we didn’t know to be afraid
relieved or excited
only much later
thought of the danger
nothing bad happened
we got away
with…
(shhh)
Apparently we’re called Xennials now – us people born between 1977 and 1983. Seems to fit with the generation who would have watched a certain TV show about a feisty fighting princess … Another friend called us the ‘last tactile generation’ – I kinda liked that.
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