Thursday, March 3, 2011

flushed

when the toilet
leaks and breaks
and the bobber no
longer bobs, and
you hear the squeak
and the drip drip
ping of tank water
puddling onto
the floor, you see
the fragility in
us all, how such
a small thing
becomes a big
thing, like that
mole upon your
cheek, or the way
you spit when
pronouncing words
such as
relationships
when you look
away and attempt
to speak.

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