Look, you feel bad maybe, you want to help out, you want to do him a favor, it's easy, just go out, stop reading and go out, go out onto the street, smell what there is to be smelled, hear what there is to be heard, move your legs, even without your head they'd know the way, there's light on the ground and the sky is where you left it, your glasses are on your nose and you hear your keys grinding in whatever's hanging off your arm, a bag or a husband; you're dressed as you dress, looking like someone who gets looked at-and, here's a suggestion, make short work of yourself, he means get yourself killed, let something run you over, let that hard nub in your gut grow unchecked, lean out into the water with your sharp little chin, show him how you love him and depart. He wants to know what it's like, just for a little while, for however many days he's got coming to him, he wants to know what it's like to walk this earth again without you on it.