If you ever wondered what words would be used to describe your life by someone else – look no further; FTFAFM contains them all. Part nostalgia, part cynicism – with perhaps a dash or two of ennui, anarchy and nihilism, this book is timeless for anyone who grew up sewing on patches to worn denim vests or thieving trinkets from any place with a lack of security.
If you want a quick dive into our collective punk-rock past, these poems will transport you back to being 15 again; old enough to sneak into the bar from backstage but young enough to still covet the drummer even though they probably don’t even know you exist.
Truly a trip to a by-gone era that doesn’t disappoint.
first cigarette the day Kurt died, stood
huddled in mourning
From You Might be a Xenial If, Forget the Fuck Away From Me, Jessie Lynn McMains
outside your school with all the other
weirdos with their black clothes & nicotine