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my life reads like the classifieds
pages of what’s for sale
My prompt today is an exercise
In making words sound pretty
On this page here
I’m not so old to forget
About classified ads
But they remind me of
One of the best years ever
what’s on the auction block
I was knee-deep in my mid-2000s pop-punk era
Emo, they liked to call it
Except the purists would tell you otherwise
she’s got a decent voice
Music saved my life, and I taught my nieces the same
One of them got it, the other, not so much
Love her, just the same
Hope she knows
attention bidders!
The headings for this poem
Are lyrics from a song
That match the photos I chose
ART, look it up baby
he’s got that crooked smile
I miss kids in garage bands
Writing terrible lyrics and making awful noise
Because there’s an inherent joy, so relatable
In the broken hearts of our youth
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