i drink to feel numb, he tells me. to feel nothing at all.
you shrug a little, understand it. understand why.
you should try dying, you retort wryly. it's faster, more long lasting, and less fickle.
there had been fear in the first year of dying, but now there is indifference,
an apathy so pungent that others cringe at it.
you still wear it like your favorite perfume.