Night High 3 [work] -

I'm night-high again, no pill, no leaf, just the hum of the overpass, the ghost of a thief who stole my last lighter, my last good reason. December in the marrow — it's treason season.

"You lost something," she says.

Streetlight static, low on gas Rearview shows a broken past Night one was a dare Night two, a scar Now the third one’s in the dashboard — humming like a car night high 3

I look down. In my left hand: a key. In my right: a wedding ring. Neither one fits me. I'm night-high again, no pill, no leaf, just