Reporters & fathers call your generation “the worst.”
Every week I google "em dash" and then I copy and paste the symbol onto the otherwise empty page.
I have memorized the shortcuts for the acute accent, the grave, the circumflex; I am unfazed by the requirements of the cedilla and the tilde. Be you umlaut or diaeresis, I am ready. I am many years and a graveyard of dead websites past needing to look up routine HTML or markdown.
But not so, the em dash. Every week I must pause to find it. A break in the flow, appropriately.
(In truth it's rarely the break; it's the beginning.)
what do you do when your world is suddenly more open
are you coming to NYC anytime soon
what the hell is happening in Texas
Sometimes I collect questions (as a prelude to excavating answers).
Is it time spent on thoughtful reflection on possibility, or is it just avoiding the truth?
Attribution
Level of splendiferous in your outfit: 200.
Types of invisible pain stemming from adolescent disasters in classrooms, locker rooms, & quite often Toyota Camrys: at least 10,000.
You are not a jigglypuff, not yet a wigglytuff.
Reporters & fathers call your generation “the worst.”
Which really means “queer kids who could go online & learn that queer doesn’t have to mean disaster.”
Or dead.
Instead, queer means, splendiferously, you.
—from Summer by Chen Chen
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