While boundless loss surrounds us all,
I took the brunt of this year’s infection.
The memory of my love wanes as I bawl,
Longing again for in-person section.
Although Zoom’s golden box outlines my face,
When every student mutes their mics,
The joy of advocating the devil’s case
No longer remains. My loneliness strikes.
No one to debate, I sit silently.
I did the reading, does that make me strange?
Not even my TA indulges me.
At least, my favorite thing hasn’t changed.
Even on Zoom, I’ll still interrupt you.
I just want to hear what I think is true.
While boundless loss surrounds us all,
I took the brunt of this year’s infection.
The memory of my love wanes as I bawl,
Longing again for in-person section.
Although Zoom’s golden box outlines my face,
When every student mutes their mics,
The joy of advocating the devil’s case
No longer remains. My loneliness strikes.
No one to debate, I sit silently.
I did the reading, does that make me strange?
Not even my TA indulges me.
At least, my favorite thing hasn’t changed.
Even on Zoom, I’ll still interrupt you.
I just want to hear what I think is true.
