Zoom Crush, Or the Blatant Staring Allowed In Virtual Meetings
Your face is tiny on my screen,
one square among the twenty-two -
but rising out of my laptop,
somehow you fill the entire room.
The professor talks away but
I scarcely listen, for meanwhile,
I can spend the whole meeting with
my eyes fixed on your smile.
Copyright © Sara Carr | Year Posted 2020
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