i drench myself in moonlight
and pray for an extra piece.
i find balance in a stranger,
in a scream,
maybe one day in silence.
november won’t last forever, though
days drag on like cigarette smoke.
and i won’t always think
of the universe as harrowing.
my professor tells me the world is fleeting
so i grasp harder. reach further.
my professor tells me not to fear my death
so i shake when i fall asleep
and leave the light on.
peace is a nightlight.