first touch
prose

first touch

under buzzing halogens that flicKer / d w / a dusty sizzle , his soft teeth chatter / d n shooK free the damp flaKes of mushy asbestos that dust / d his wiry whisKers while his cold , blacK coffee sat heavy in his empty gut while he sat on an tipsy waiting room chair , his graying eyes slouch / d on the leathery , purple sKin bags , jittery fingers tangled in his thinning youth , he lit a half – cigarette , walls absorb / d his stale cloud w / a dry slurp , dull piss – yellow tinged paint smear / d w / wavy squiggles from a schizophrenic ‘ s fecal dip / d extremities , infect / d blood drippings singed the specKled epoxy liKe a toss / d coffin nail , the panic / d breeze of an escaped soul flutter / d the privacy of the curtain ‘ s partition , stucK to the wall liKe a fly in a web , he saw his wife n wonder / d ” is she dead ? ” a gasp of life force shooK the room , a watery bellow of vibration , smacK ! ” it ‘ s a boy ! ” a small , gooey , puffy eyed alien , soggy , convulsing n defecating freely , tar / d – plasma slime shimmer / d under shaKy lights , visceral cries cursing the blur , coned – head wrap / d tightly in a hand – towel n extend / d to him for first contact ; ” no thanKs . “

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