Running into people on street corners. The same tingle spills from the mind rather than the stubbed toe. You've avoided that street for years, thinking you were safe or maybe not thinking at all… an absentminded stroll has you knocking shoulders, brushing hands with a body you once couldn't get enough of. You don't have to see the face to know. Your body has a pulse to stay and to go. But the magnet in your anger wins and pushes you into traffic.