New York is very tall.
I rode the subway
with a Viking
from Estonia.
Blond of hair
blue of eye
and perfect teeth.
He couldn’t keep his eyes
off all the Harlem girls.
“Zo damn zexy”
was his pale excuse.
He broke all the rules
of subterranean life.
We almost died.
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