“I remember feeling ashamed, for some reason. I was ashamed of my parents. I couldn’t face some of my friends at school anymore, because I desperately wanted to have the classic, you know, typical family.”
– Kurt Cobain
When you tell our children about Nirvana
don’t begin with the shotgun shell,
his box-shaped heart. Tell them
about his childhood. Tell them about ADD,
divorce, bipolar disorder. Tell them about bleach, about
the balloon-bloated floating feeling from lithium,
about rainbows in the morning; buffet tables
of time-released meds. Tell them about a white son
of the suburbs. Tell them of everyone I knew in the 90’s.
Dylan Weir Dylan Weir is a Chicago poet who will be pursuing his MFA at the University of Wisconsin Madison next fall. He earned his MA in English at DePaul University and has work in (or forthcoming from): H_NMG_N, The Legendary, Red Paint Hill, and others. Dylan’s a poetry reader for Gigantic Sequins. You can find him at dylanweir.com
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Melancholy Hyperbole 