Return to Sender

I should know better than to tempt fate

I am an impulsive creature who screams "consequences be damned"

The consequences are not what is damned

Write the note

Write the letter

This is what my therapist would say, if I still was sitting on the couch for the allotted hour

My therapist was not the one saying "write the note, write the letter"

My damned impulsive creature whispered these words

I listened

I wrote

I sent

I threw caution into the fucking wind

The wind returned caution

I threw my letter into the wildfire and watched my damned impulsive creature burn

I did not weep

I understood

He returned me to sender

and I exhaled