New York sucked me into its pavement <br />Until I became gray and stony too <br />With it’s constant humming background <br />Irritating and hypnotic like a Hoover vacuum <br />Began feeling less like me and more like living scenery <br />I could move without moving anyone to me <br />Clustered in I couldn’t get them to move away <br /> <br />I couldn’t get any space to breathe and I was so fucking lonely <br />I couldn’t recognize a “me” in any crowd <br />I know which fork to use <br />But all I heard is you’re eating European backwards <br />Failing to ask if I was left handed <br />Everyone is edgy hip and hyped up <br />Turning my type Q personality into an A as well. <br />Curt talk from store clerks while I bought their overpriced noodles <br />And they acted like they were doing me a favor <br />Maybe they did <br /> <br />I left the sour apple <br />One less worm I suppose <br />Fresh air and space to move <br />You know why Midwest people are bigger, taller? <br />Because we have the room to be <br />No cramping in, no sardine-ry <br />Maybe the growing weeds are really prairie flowers <br />But New York won’t admit to that <br />If it’s the greatest city in the world <br />Why the hard sell<br /><br />Wanda Swim Strunk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-york-sucks/
