He was prising snot loose from his nose,
prior to deploying a handkerchief
and expelled breath; poking it, dragging
a nail upwards and down so gently;
enjoying himself, but too concentrated
for a look of satisfaction; intense,
like an animal or less than self-conscious
human beings, itchy, scratching themselves.
And then he blew it; both tunnels; quite hard,
the square white cloth pushed up into his face;
the explosive utterance of a full-up nose
and the mucky billowing of held fabric
forced in place by broad chubby hands, again
and again; till the volumes were wrung and empty.
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