I never went to Queens.
Ever
in the old days.
Never.
Queens???

Not until 2013
when we got lost
on our way to Kristofer’s photo exhibit

and met these guys.
I was allowed on one of their bikes
Would not ever happen
with their Manhattan colleagues
The once on 3^rd street

Now I’ve been twice to the Korean bathFour times to basements in Flushing to eat sublime Chinese

And then recently when I took the F-train to Forest Hills to visit Odella. On the way there, a lady sitting next to me opened a fancy box that contained a huge expensive looking pastry with fresh berries on top. She ate it all by herself with pleasure on a crowded F-train. On the way back to Manhattan a female clown in full costume and makeup got on at the Roosevelt Ave stop. She put on her glasses and then quietly read something on her phone

And all this happened in Queens