(music-box and flute, a sweet little lullaby)Twinkle, twinkle, little screen,how I wonder what you mean,up above my desk so high,like a tiny grid in the skyHow I wonder, how I cope,muted, smiling, out of hope...camera on, my hair a mess...another invite, another yes...(beat drops — drill, autotuned rap)Twinkle twinkle little starI survived my eighth Zoom call so farcan you hear me, can you see me, am I frozen, am I goneI been nodding at a rectangle since the break of dawnThis one coulda been an email, this one coulda been a textthis one coulda been a moment of silence, I'm a wreckI said you're on mute to a man who was just breathingmy battery and my will to live are simultaneously leavingTwinkle twinkle little starI survived my eighth Zoom call so farcan you hear me, can you see me, am I frozen, am I goneI been nodding at a rectangle since the break of dawnUp above the world so high,just one human, blinking, dry —sorry, you go, no you go, no please, I insist —twenty seconds of two people being polite in the mist(music-box returns, winding down slow)...meeting ended for all... finally...
