Treasure Island

Wanda Swim Strunk


New York Sucks


New York sucked me into its pavement
Until I became gray and stony too
With it’s constant humming background
Irritating and hypnotic like a Hoover vacuum
Began feeling less like me and more like living scenery
I could move without moving anyone to me
Clustered in I couldn’t get them to move away

I couldn’t get any space to breathe and I was so fucking lonely
I couldn’t recognize a “me” in any crowd
I know which fork to use
But all I heard is you’re eating European backwards
Failing to ask if I was left handed
Everyone is edgy hip and hyped up
Turning my type Q personality into an A as well.
Curt talk from store clerks while I bought their overpriced noodles
And they acted like they were doing me a favor
Maybe they did

I left the sour apple
One less worm I suppose
Fresh air and space to move
You know why Midwest people are bigger, taller?
Because we have the room to be
No cramping in, no sardine-ry
Maybe the growing weeds are really prairie flowers
But New York won’t admit to that
If it’s the greatest city in the world
Why the hard sell

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2005

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