Blue or red, or sickly yellow,
Who can unravel these mysteries
Staining my skin?
As I count the scrapes and bruises
At the end of the day,
I have no idea
How I got them.
The end of the quarter is nigh.
The snack stash in the lab is depleted.
Desperately rummage through all the drawers anyway.
Find a half-eaten muffin from... spring quarter?
Nothing is growing on it.
Still edible.