The first stanza describes our desire to get in touch with someone over the internet, on Kaltura, Zoom or MS Office, while the second stanza evokes how the experience of Skyping, Typing & Zooming leaves our bodies (shoulders, spines & arms) ruined, broken and aching (instead of caressed).
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The virus has made us all into untouchables.
And strangely, the technology that we are supposed to stay in touch with one another (and with our students) is named after the sense which it means to replace: that of touch, of the use of our digits. Fingertips that are (as Star puts it) bleeding from the intimacy they keep searching.
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