I watched The Big Chill a few days ago
the baby boomer propaganda machine
still strikes a flash bulb with this GenX gal
I can recall thinking they were hot
the actors
in an old fashioned way
frizzy hair
skinny like twigs
bad clothing choices
but hot
but old
and hot damn slap my ass
I am now the same age
walking around parties
and weekends
and sidewalks
with my people
my fifteen years later crowd
the people that know all my secrets
the people that have seen my vulnerability seep out
and fall down on the ground
slither through years and issues
and rot
our people
messy and unwound
we are tethered to them from a place in the past
the past is such a glimmer shimmer pool
full of mostly shit we put away or make up anyways
let's just punch today in the face
bloody the nose of right now
of bad memories
or luck that ran out on us
of auld lange syne and nostalgia
and hot sex in some back bedroom
of impossibly thin thighs
and the ability to love three people at once
let's just put on the Rolling Stones
you can't always get what you want
and hope that we look
back and forth
and around the corner
with a Jagger smirk
with a pirate smile
let's shake our fist at the future
let's win