the plight of the millennial – a poem

the plight of the millennial

city lights
glisten and glitter
reflecting 
off my glass of rosé
it cost $15 
I thought it was a joke.
I could have bought 3 whole
bottles
for that price. 
but instead, for the price of 3 
bottles
I just have one full glass
(made of plastic)
that I can sip 
overlooking my city
where seas of strangers
walk below.
I am nothing but
another millennial
who stands outside
in the wind and cold
getting the perfect
“snap”
the perfectly curated
“image”
of a fabulous life
atop this 
bougie rooftop bar
in Chelsea. 
the reality is,
we’re all just really cold
and as soon as we get the
picture
we go back inside.

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