My neck was yelling in protest of pain By working hard in front of computer. No more walking on street and no more train. No more phone and keycard to remember. The only human I saw was doorman, Who sat behind the glass under the mask. Some good day I saw delivery man, And handed him good tip for life risking task. In weekends I walked ten blocks to DUMBO, And looked at bustling life in great distance. Pretending non New Yorker I took photo, Instagrammed it to prove my existence. Confined at home was no more subnormal. The distanced life became the new normal.