... is minus the derivative of free energy, taken with respect to temperature under constant volume.

... rearranges my socks in the night.

... is the monster that led you to kiss me. is the wonder that made me want you, disregarding the glint in your eye that told me of far off places you’d rather be.

... is triscuits.

... will suck the life out of the universe someday.

... lets my mind drift while my feet are glued and heavy.

... dictates Everything in the world’s slow decline toward disorder.

... makes me think of your lips while i’m sleeping. puts their memory on my breath as i wake.

... guides the doodles i make and the poems i write instead of learning this shit in physics class.