This poem started from a poetry prompt I was given in my literary magazine club, “Time is Broken”. We were supposed to write something about how we felt that time hadn’t been working properly since the pandemic started, and capture how we each felt about the days, weeks and years all blending together. I agreed with this, time didn’t feel normal to me, but when I tried to think of what normal time passing felt like, I couldn’t remember a moment when I didn’t feel like something was going too slow or two fast. And so I crafted this poem from my feeling that everyone was talking about how the pandemic broke time and no one was realizing that time had always felt this broken.