My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

I calculated gas money to the Friday deadline. I ate lunch at my desk to avoid the cafeteria cost. I rewrote papers at two in the morning after Mia was asleep, the table lamp low, the apartment quiet with the specific quiet of a space that is yours and only yours, that no one can take a key from.

The ghosts of the campus hallways found me before I continue reading …