it's the small
drip into
the chrome
drain
of the down
the hallway
sink that
awakens you,
gets you up
at four a.m.
to twist
and turn
hard against
the knob to
make it stop,
at least for
awhile, and
you wish
that somehow
the days were
that easy.
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