Goodbye New York !

I tell a friend I'm going to go and live in New Mexico.
She says:  The air out there is baked by the desert.
It's all in touch with the water.
Water? I ask.  What water?
The Rio Grande, the sand, the cactus.
The air in New York is re-cycled.

She continues:  New York ---- There's not a spot on any sidewalk
that hasn't been spit on, ****** on, killed or died on.
By the way, I add, all these apartment buildings are compacted with human lives.