toilet.
not sure if i turn right or left.
it turns.
it leaks more. a puddle forms.
my sleeves are wet.
i say several words that surprise me.
and get up
from
lying down like a drunken bum
from under the tank.
i pull myself up trying not to
slip in
the water spitting furiously
from the pipe.
i find the main valve and turn
it off.
i shut
the door and look at my watch.
my god.
it's happy hour. i fix a martini,
then text mike
the plumber.
i'll leave a thousand dollars
on the table i tell
him. key under the mat.
if that's not enough. let me
know.
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