the knob won't turn
to the left or right.
the water
runs and freezes in
this
cold spell.
soon the pipes will burst.
soon,
the sea
of water
will envelope the floor
rise
up the stairs.
soon we
will be floating along
towards
the river
to the bay to the ocean,
out the door.
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