the moment passed
without much fanfare
of how long we’ve been living in NYC with
[rather than without]
a pandemic at our heels.
i thought it would feel different
but time hasn’t felt ‘natural’
since March.
the days pass in decades
and months are gone by the time you
open your eyes from a
blink.
it would have been
somewhere
around late July
and we’ve known more New York
within COVID
than out
and even if we track
for those weeks we stayed
preparing for the eventual move
and even if we track
for those weeks i visited
before knowing i’d ever
live here
let’s get all those weeks
out of the way
and add a buffer
and still
late September
and i’ve known more about COVID New York
Pandemic New York
Quarantine New York
than pre-any-of-this.
and yet
the whole effect of living in a place
in a quarantine
is that you don’t see the city
so maybe take out the days we were stuck inside?
but that’s more math than i’m willing to do right now
instead i’ll ask
has there really ever been a ‘real’ way
to live in
New York City?
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