Reckless Desire

I woke up thinking about Jared.

I thought about him as I dressed, as I drove, as I sat at my desk attempting to work.

Everything reminded me of sex: the seat beneath me, the breeze that gusted as I walked down the street, a male voice in the hallway.

I sent emails without attachments, forgot my own phone number at the grocery store. I called my mom Sunday and called her again an hour later, having