October stings and March aches.

The days in between
are measured in ounces of coffee and
hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Stacks of books collect dust while
the bathtub faucet is always running.
Soapy, hot water washes away the grime of another day spent waiting.

Steam emanates off of the tops of my thighs.
This is the closest I'll ever get to glowing in the dark.