Greet death with your hands in your pockets, slouched back, cool, collected, and confident. Wear a hint of a grin and a dash of cologne. Say What took you so long? Say You’re behind the times, man. Say Dead is the new black. Coffin is the new condo. Pallor is the new tan. La vida muerta.
Greet death with a fistful of black-eyed susans, butterflies in your stomach, and two tickets to tomorrow’s sunrise. Wear your father’s cufflinks and your mother’s wedding ring. Say I brought these for you, babe. Say Kiss me, kiss me. Say But wait until the sun comes up. Just until daybreak. I want to show you something. Hasta la muerte, te amo.
Greet death with a knife at your own neck, chin up, throat bared, cardiac in overdrive. Wear nothing. Wear nothing. Say Bring it on motherfucker! Say Only on my terms. Say nothing and open your throat. and bleed to completion. El final, el final, el final.