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Apple commuter

As I was hustling to the train this morning, a fellow pushing one of those wheely carts warned me, "Careful," indicating a patch of ice on the ground. I had already noticed the patch of ice and was slowing down, but thanked him for the alert anyway. And yet -- even being doubly aware of the ice patch -- I totally wiped out. Took one step onto the ice (which was, to give myself some tiny modicum of justification, on a slope) and my left foot just zoooomed rightward, and, in a word, wham. Fortunately I landed on the pocket that I do not keep my cell phone in. The guy asked if I was all right, and I was, apart from the fact that I bruised the fuck out of my left hip and scraped my left hand slightly. I commented, "Damn, I thought I was being careful!" I believe I shall take the other path to that subway entrance tomorrow.

Anyway, while I was on the subway, I noticed a bit of found poetry scrawled on one of those subway advisory posters -- you know, the ones that say things like "This weekend, the F train will only stop at every fifth station; for service to intermediate stations, please jump off the train as it slows down on its way past the platform" -- and transcribed it for you:

I want to fuck
My sweet Spanish girls
In the ass
Mmmmmmmm
It feels good
Mama
KY gell
Will help that
Asshole if
It's too tight

I guess he was upset about not making it past the Poetry in Motion screening process and took things into his own hands.