9. The Point.


Trying to be Professional Emma:
 Good morning class. Today is a very special day. Today, we are going to learn the word “point.” Has anyone ever heard this word before?  I raise my hand. Yes, Emma?


Freaky Sticky Emma: This. (points finger)


Trying to be Professional Emma:   Hahaha. Very good, Freaky Sticky Kid Emma.  Yes, that is one point: to extend your index finger toward something. Great job.


Earnest Outburst Emma, who makes no sense: My dog if you point at something my dog he’ll my dog he’ll go it.


Trying to be Professional Emma: Oh.  Yes, Emma?


Unheard Emma: Emma is pointing me in my tummy.


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Okay, Emma, that’s technically not a point. Anyone have any other, correct definitions of point?  Yes, Emma?


Nerd Emma: It’s a specific location in space, triangulated via x- y- and z- coordinates, signified on a two dimensional plane as a dot.


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Okay, a point is a fixed location.  Oh, Freaky Sticky Emma, you have something else to share?


Freaky Sticky Emma: This. Holds up pencil and goes cross eyed.


Trying to be Professional Emma:   Oh, I see! Yes, a point! The tip of a pencil, for example, or a sword.  Scaredy Emma, you have something to add?


Scaredy Emma: Is the point the same thing as a bullet?


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Oh, Em, nothing to be scared of. Yes, there are things we call bullet points, but they won’t kill you! In fact, they may help--


Unheard Emma: Miss, Frank is pointing his nose now.


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Emma, if you’re going to interrupt again, you must have a good point. Anyone else have something substantive to share?


Existential Emma: What if there is no point, like, at all?


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Laughs it off awkwardly. Anyone else?  Emma, you’ve been awfully quiet. Do you have anything you would like to share?

Emma looks around, stays quiet.  


Trying to be Professional Emma:  Uh oh, did someone not do the reading?


Emma mumbles “yes, I did.”  Beat. Then:


Emma:


Giiiirl, points are for LAZERS.

What good does it do to

Snuff all your spark

And Concentrate all your energy on

A figment of future “You”

Condemning the “Present” you to the dark?

NO LAZERS. NO FUN.

Girl, you ain’t a lazer, you a sunnnnnn.  

And if you don’t shine,

You’re not helping anyone.

The clouds hang low

But the sky’s blue right above

And if anyone flies at you with wax wings,

Icarus them with your love.


Icarus pew-pew gun fight.



Ladies, tell em

I woke up like this. I woke up like this. ICARUS.

You woke up like this. You woke up like this. ICARUS.


You must follow your light. You may not see where you’re going,

But that doesn’t matter

cause seeing may be believing, but feeling is knowing.  


YES, the shortest distance between two points is a line. I KNOW THE MATH.

BUT I also know the shortest distance between two people is a laugh.

A literal life is no fun

Don’t beam off to chase infinity

It’s right here, between zero and one

And this is something you feel,

Something you know,

But you’ve been so busy

Staring at the finger

guiding you home,

You’re not the point,

You’re the poem.  















Emma Speer