Voices A Zoom Tale October 8, 2020October 9, 2020 by Ronak Gandhi 2 p.m. and it’s time to resumeToday’s dose of my online gloom.At least no more treksUp WLH steps,I guess I’ll go start up my Zoom.The prof continues to drone.“It’s only five after?” I groan.My eyes start to ache.I must take a break.So I scroll through the ‘Gram on my phone.Looking at stories revivesMy drained and half-open eyes.Another post liked.Another boast? Right:Online people live perfect lives.Wait—isn’t my iPhone a screen!So what does this really mean?Have I gotten lazy?Has Zoom made us crazy?A lot has changed since quarantine.Our early-life crises arrive,And yet we all hope to surviveUntil we can sing “The world’s not burning!”And get hugs of which we were deprived.This new post says not to pollute.Hold on—did my prof say Kahoot? Oh no! Breakout room!This spells certain doom.I must stop my break and unmute. Share this Facebook Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Whatsapp Email Reddit You might be interested in The Poem Has to Discover Things: An Interview with Jericho Brown March 11, 2021March 12, 2021 A Sonnet from Your Section Asshole February 18, 2021February 19, 2021 Paranoia October 15, 2020October 16, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel reply