That’s me impersonating a shower mat at the tub’s floor, my limbs drawn tight, shower set to magma. Hospital tag on my wrist. I cough, shake, and cough some more. Droplets sizzle and steam against my nape; water plings with seething violence against the basin around me. A milky shampoo waterfall tumbles off my hair and before my eyes, feeding the river flowing between my feet; the flow diverges into quickening streams around a pastel starfish grip-sticker. I spit dead center on the starfish’s ten ring. I stand with care into the denser, humid air and turn to face the nozzle. My hands brace the wall, straddling the shower head. Head bent down, I hack my lungs inside out in back-arching fits; my diaphragm burns and my throat feels like I’ve gargled shurikens.
The coughing wave subsides, and that’s when I see it. The first white pubic hair. Lifting my balls and moving my dick from side to side reveals three more. Postcards from The End.
Death writes, “See your black ass soon.”
I pluck a hair.
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