Face Masks

The question these mornings of birdsong to wear a mask or not working from home: intimacy inside out like a glove after this- will we all go back without pretending there’s no life back home the commute as space travel the atmosphere of the real left behind no crying children, no flushing toilets, no hammering next door no washing up, no clothes drying will we keep using virtual backgrounds last year’s hols behind the blue screen of yet another online meeting, or maybe that poor chap’s dancing kids and hurrying stressed-out wife (the office worker has no clothes) zoom in, skype me, hang out make believe, do something else mute the mic, camera off what masks we are used to wearing when the disease is something else