Here we see the fragility of Tayo's mental state after his return from war. Maybe it had always been this way and he was only seeing it for the first time. Years and months had become weak, and people could push against them and wander back and forth in time. He couldn't vomit any more, and the little face was still there, so he cried at how the world had come undone, how thousands of miles, high ocean waves and green jungles could not hold people in their place. He could still see the face of the little boy, looking back at him, smiling, and he tried to vomit that image from his head, because it was Rocky's smiling face from a long time before, when they were little kids together.
The smell of his own vomit and the rotting garbage filled his head, and he retched until his stomach heaved in frantic dry spasms. The swelling was pushing against his throat, and he leaned against the brick wall and vomited into the big garbage can.
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