After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back
Then I drop it on the couch.
I walk to the kitchen. Open the fridge, close it, and open it again.
There's nothing I want, nothing at all.
My phone continues to buzz nonstop until I switch it off.
Even then, the buzzing sound loops in my head, each vibration driving deeper into my skull. I go find the medicine cabinet, and swallow a pill dry, but it doesn't help.
I take off my coat, strip to my underwear, lay on the kitchen floor and press my back against the cold tile.