I looked around in Soho,
The upper West Side, too,
I crossed over to Harlem,
Nothing to do with you.
I think I’ll go to Egypt,
Or prepare a cordon bleu.
Or duck into the movies.
Nothing to do with you.
I thought I might be crazy,
Maybe a touch of the flu?
I felt a little dizzy,
Nothing to do with you.
I thought about my grandma,
My covid grandpa, too.
I thought about them, merely.
Nothing to do with you.
I have friends and I have work,
But I don’t know what to do.
I look out the window.
Nothing to do with you.
I keep thinking I know,
But I really don’t have a clue,
All afternoon I’ve been eating.
Nothing to do with you.
I thought this was a science—
I narrow it down to a few.
Still, I don’t know what I want.
Nothing to do with you.
I thought about my safety,
And this was nothing new.
In a hurry, more, perhaps?
Nothing to do with you.