She was a drunk
As was I — what a life.
I would recommend the high road
If I could ever have found it.
Instead, my parents found us,
Drunk and dazed in a pool
Of our own bodies on their porch,
The morning light just
Coming on in the East.
They were mortified.
We were silly.
And we never spoke about it
Directly.
The memory blurring like
Landscapes on a train —
The shame, the guilt, that sinking feeling
And the whole world spun on.

Sam Spring is a 28-year-old nomadic writer working to save up for a van. He dropped out of SMC to sell bongs online and is the lead singer of the band ‘Tennis Club’ with their music being streamed over 7,000,000 times. Sam bounces around the West, staying with lovers and friends. He has work appearing in Passengers Journal, The Wisconsin Review, and Denver Quarterly, among others. Find his writing, music, and art here —> www.samspring.me