It was never love
love was something
I never reached for.
It was freedom for me
to touch and be touched
sleep and go home
my aim always
on the future
now a waypoint
not meant
to be meaningful
except in the
excesses I allowed myself
expected in the twenties
and I complied
and hooked up
whenever I wanted to
not remembering
faces
only cell phone numbers
and adventures
I tell in later years
exiting college
exiting retail
now blurred
between the two.
Mine is the Stranded Generation
hovering between
hookup appointments
and hooked
on hooking up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mine is the Stranded Generation hovering between hookup appointments and hooked on hooking up. I like this observation.