twenty twelve

i wish there was a powerpoint presentation

that i could show myself

in screenshots

my pointer would be a red laser

and i would circle the parts

of my old text conversations

where it all went horribly wrong

parts of dialogue

where i should have had some self-respect

one day your college professor

dressed in her monday best

will come back as your spiritual advisor

talking in silhouettes

like she could eat men

someone i could be if i dared to speak

twenty was the year of strange relationships

i wish i could say to myself then

you will learn lessons not taught in classrooms