What Happens On A First Date

            Under your skin, a layer of parachute troops crouches. Your entire body, toenail cuticles to skull skin, is hyper-dialed-in to every bit of inconsequential contact. The parachute troops do a jumping jack spasm any time skin meets skin and then spin like a dog chasing its tail in longing. Your noodle does a million things trying to stay calm, reign a discombobulated body into confidence, and float iceberg conversations. But every time she stumbles up against your arm, epidermal chaos makes a willy-nilly rush into the bloodstream firing sidearms and trying to start Mardi Gras right then and there.