Love song for the precariat, the preterite

July 10, 2015 § 1 Comment

We were born in towns you’ve never heard of and work jobs of no import. Where we went to school–if we went to school–they print diplomas out on newsprint. Our parents siblings cousins and friends are not on wikipedia. We had no mentor; we were too busy working to harness our talent, refine our craft, find our voice. Our dreams, like our children, are the result of poor planning. We don’t matter, but oh, we want to.

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§ One Response to Love song for the precariat, the preterite

  • shrillone says:

    Our children are the products of our dreams and desires, they are not goals or requirements for “proper” living. This sort of achievement can not be “properly” planned. And our children matter, whether we do or not.

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