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My Generationby EMMA BULL

Curfew is at sunrise.Mornings were get going, get up, get dressed, get to schoolGet get getWait ’til you get home —No soft kindly dawn to miss.Sunset brings forgivenessSmoothing out the flaws;Even rusted cars shine after dark.The date moves forward on the fake ID.Leather, Lycra, latex, linenUnmarked in them allDance every songDance full outAnd never shake or ache or gasp for breath.Bass and kick drum put a heartbeatInside every dancer’s ribs.Best friends dropped the needle downOn that track each time:Hope I die — he sang.But they got old.The track wore down, the tape stretchedWhile new songs throbbed unnoticed.Ruts grow deep and deeperUntil they reach six feetThen shovel dirt in. Life is change.New songs, new bands,New stories, new dreams.Death is one old song on repeat play.The living, lazy, choose to dieBefore the beat stops in their chests.Greedy for life after life,Gulping fresh tunes whole,Grabbing more,Glorying in each new night, new dance:I will never die.