pressed between my top and bottom teeth, my bottom lip—slick and warm from one up-and-down sweep of my tongue—made the slightest crunching sound as it slid back out where it belongs. i bit it again just to make sure. i can feel it. i rubbed my hands together...they are cold right at the tips...then ran them down each arm, down my thighs, then back up again, to my face...my cheeks are so warm...through my hair...a few strands came away with my fingers. i feel all of it. feeling is so different now. but at least i am only getting older, and not numb.
what comes next? no one will tell.
and then? shh.
in the bars right now, people are feigning a good time. and i will lose no sleep.