Pandemic poem: a dorm in quarantine
By Abigail Kohlberg
Are we worried too much, or not enough?
It’s empty in the hallways.
People come by to take their things, but
I didn’t see them, just heard the quiet shuffling.
Are they mourning, back at home?
The pandemic took much more than lives away.
Everyone is losing time, losing their minds.
Some of my friends, I’ll never see again.
It’s so empty in the hallways.
They put up warning signs and locked up the buildings.
You can only get your mail until 2 p.m.
There’s no one in the hallways.
Sometimes, above my head, I hear a dresser drawer opening –
Like an echo from
the top of the well.
Sometimes I get to dinner, and
There are people still here.
We stay far apart, but
Is everyone alive out there?
Is anyone alive?
Must be – someone has to have
buried me in all these emails,