april 26

we spend our nights in endless roaming,

high on the night

and buzzed on each other’s company.

the car door is cold against my spine,

but there’s a warmth of skin

to save me from shivering.

funny how we become fools

just because it’s late and the weather is fine!

sobriety can be just as idiotic

as being too drunk to function

and too high to care.