Night High 3 Now

"You lost something," she says.

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. night high 3

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 "You lost something," she says

She smiles. "No. You left it with the other two nights. This one — you brought something back instead." "You lost something

The dryer stops spinning. The door opens.