just a slow leak

while the plumber
leans over
the pipes and whistles
while his wrench
turns a bolt, or
two, and he slips
in a gasket, then
writes up his
bill for five
hundred dollars
for an hour's work
you stare at all
of your degrees
up on the wall,
and wonder if
perhaps you've
made a mistake
with the choices
in your life, you
aren't sure, but
when you talk to
your therapist
at noon about this
very thing, you'll
more than likely
think the same
things about her too.