Memory and myth. Cigarettes and summer nights.

Worship songs and circle pits. don't call us punk because we hate that traverses the backroads ofAmerica's suburbia in the days before smartphones and AirPods at the very time of life when the aimless youth are waking up to their disillusionment atthe world their parents were planting for them.

These starkly direct poems speak to the human need for authentic community and escape before theydrown in middle-class expectations. The characters, places, and times are pulled from a lived experience and expanded into a universal narrativearound the search for something sustainable and true.

Adam Oyster-Sands has written a love letter to punk and to those who wove in and out ofthe various shows, record shops, skate spots, and fast-food joints of his formative years. Whether you've spent a Saturday night in a circle pit andSunday morning in a church pew or not, don't call us punk because we hate that speaks to anyone who, at the exact right time, found their people inthe unexpected places beyond the boundaries of a world passed to them through the stories they inherit.

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