by Zoe Shaw

To the twenty-first century beatnik
wannabes and punk rock
hipsters who refuse to conform to social
binaries, whose blood is intermingled with
ichor and
cigarette smoke,

I love you.

Even if your parents, your teachers, your principals, your neighbours, your
friends’ parents, your former bosses, your future bosses, the seniors at your
local residence, your opinion-makers, your decision-makers, your government
workers, your societies