I shake.
pacing from kitchen to computer.
I read one, then walk.
I read another, then rub my temples.
the cologne is Woods.
the only thing I have ever bought from Abercrombie & Fitch.
which reminds me, I need to get more.
2017 smells.
2019 smells.
2012 regrets.
my palms are sweaty.
I am compelled to write.
a response? a thank you.
an olive branch or just for the helluvit?
I checked this morning.
just as I do every morning.
then, this innocent afternoon.
I sat on a couch and checked again.
holy hell!
wasn't expecting a heart attack.
I thought this wouldn't feel this way.
like I'd just shrug and smirk.
but I jumped like a startled trespasser.
tomorrow, it will all be gone.
just internet dust blown back.
into the past.
or there will be a new one.
and I will shake more.
in black Abercrombie jeans.
which I forgot I had.