In the subway station liquid
Drops on our heads
While the F train never comes
Trash overflows
Outside the marble university
Utopia’s attainable but pressing
On truth where it’s tender
Results in feeling metal
Bands around your heart snap open
It’s pretty hardcore
This poem’s about the kind of neglect
Writing can’t solve
No amount of fragments will do
Only being more disgusting
Give me something brutal for lunch
Like escargot or liquor