iv

you were bringing me back.
in the lecture hall
the couples were flirting, hitting each other
with books and throwing post-its across the way.
and in discussion,
the awkwards whispered to each other,
holding hands behind the
teacher's back and eye-fucking the
shit out of each other.
giggling at the excitement of
stray legs grazing against jeans.
and the cliches were crowding,
suffocating and birthing
new questions
answered between stares.
and you were bringing me back
to the beginning,
switching the transparencies
quickly across the screen
so i was left baffled and
amused, holding
onto a hand that felt
soft and white
like snow.