‘The irony of desire in boxes’: Six poems to remind us of life (and death) on Zoom during Covid-19 ‘A zoom screen is no mirror / and I hide self-view because / I am exhausted of / forgetting who I am.’ Pixabay Love through zoom boxes is such a modern tragedy – I wonder what the poets would have said. Can you hear me? No one writes that for a message in a bottle because there is no expectation of being heard. You’re on mute, please, unmute yourself. When knew Ocean was coming. I’m sorry there are no sculptures of us and no portraits and no abstract