i could write a poem
but honestly the only thing i want to talk about
is how stupid the subway trains
with the little separate bucket seats are
the yellow and orange on the 1 line
i fucking hate it
it’s not efficient
it doesn’t reflect the glorious variety of new yorkers’ bodies
it sucks
i have had to sit on the ridge between seats
to accommodate larger humans
or humans who insist on taking up space
for their genitals to breath, i suppose
it’s not pleasant
anyway
that’s all i can think about today
how bloody calm i feel
when i see the smooth blue benches
where riders can figure out how best to share
who thought up that other way?
nonsense, that’s all