BY COCO SOFIA FITTERMAN
I like to dress up an Idea and put her through a few Acts until
she either marries or kills herself. Stubborn, screeching
existence. The train sweats into the station,
It pulls in like a tight line
The poem must be metatextual,
And it should also encapsulate
The general mood of your cohort !
The big ideas !
Those big ones !
There must be a sense of urgency-humor-belonging
A comment on time-capital-energy
Or maybe it puts the philosophy words
Next to the regular words