Night High 3 -

I'm standing in a 24-hour laundromat at 3 a.m., blood under my fingernails I don't remember earning. The fluorescent tubes buzz like trapped hornets. A woman in a pink bathrobe folds towels, humming a lullaby from my childhood. She looks up.

Night high 3, come set me free Or chain me to the radio frequency I don't care which — just make it mean Something more than the in-between

But night high 3 — that's the one where the high turns on you. night high 3

And the moon's a cheap tab Burning on my tongue Three nights climbing up the ladder Now the bottom rung

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 I'm standing in a 24-hour laundromat at 3 a

I look down. In my left hand: a key. In my right: a wedding ring. Neither one fits me.

"My name," I say.

High on the asphalt, high on the ache High on the promise that I'll never break But I'm cracked, I'm leaking, I'm wide awake Night high 3 — for heaven's sake