Kenny, or the emergence of philosophy

 

ninth grade, Thursdays after school,
his Mom is gone to the hospital
for volunteer work, so after
last period gym class

Kenny takes the school bus home
and races up the carpeted stairs
two steps at a time
into his mother's bedroom,

sits on the edge of her big doubled,
takes off his Reeboks and coal-black jeans
stands in front of the full-length mirror
on the back of the closet door,

runs his hands under his T-shirt
across his flat stomach and smooth chest,
up to the tiny peaks of his nipples
and back down to the light brown patch
of newly emergent pubic hair

Kenny pulls his short down
to his knees and stares fascinated
at the reflection of his six-inch cock,
which feels hard as steel, and runs
his fingers along the pulsing veins

and strokes it with slow intensity,
scrutinizing himself at different angles
and in profile, then stares at his ass
over his shoulder, and begins
to make thrusting motions
forwards with his hips,

forces himself against the mirror
and kisses with his tongue the image
of his face and lips, and presses his penis
and balls against the glass, his legs
shaking with excitement

until his body contracts in orgasm,
and his sperm hits the glass surface
in white jets that seem to go on
endlessly,

and he eventually regains control
and kneels down in front of the mirror,
kisses himself on the face, and licks
his come from the glass

the self that sees the self
making love to the self
isn't the real self either

 

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