Every 48 minutes the fridge comes on for 8 minutes.
Neither need to count anymore nor worry you miss it.
And you don’t leave, can’t leave.
There is a plague out there after all!
Eight minutes to remember there’s supposed to be a world.
Out there. Even if you only see it on screens.
Is there? … there was.
It is and always might be just … this place.
This place. This place. This place.
This place!
You wish it was empty but it’s full.
The humming proves it.
— Inspired by Sounds From a Pandemic Year