Weekending Isabel McHenry, 2020 I spent thirty-six hours in New York City But time is different in a city that never sleeps Thirty minutes on the subway only feels like ten in a minivan Forty-five minutes on the bus to LaGuardia is an hour of buildings crawling by I pretend it’s immersion when I sit typing in the building lobby past midnight, dozing off in the armchairs and smiling at passersby I could almost be a native when I start to cross the street before the light turns, impatient enough to keep moving that I can’t wait Seconds
I spent thirty-six hours in New York City But time is different when I find the people I rarely see Sitting with my grandmother and reading Dickinson, time pours like cement Standing in the line for my latte, the wait is over before I remember to listen for my name Brunch with my uncle drags on all morning, the oldest toaster known to man slowly browning my salt bagel Bookstore adventures with a best friend pass too quickly; each cover stroked is a Minute stolen and a Minute loved
A Night Out on the Town, Jaelyn Alan 2021
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