a square we're all trapped in prisoners and officers of our own jails optional but it's for the best so we keep ourselves two-dimensional in these little black and grey boxes online and look at the outside world from our windows with light streaming in to remind us what we're missing. more boxes: we can't stop putting ourself in boxes and finding more boxes to put ourselves in.
I hope you enjoyed this quick little poem! It sums up my feelings about Zoom and missing in person interaction right now. My family has reverted to being extra cautious about leaving the house again now that California is having a second wave. Please feel free to share feedback and/or writing challenges in the comments! Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 