to find a suitable
plumber to come and fix
my leaky toilet.
it runs all night and all day
no matter how much
i jiggle the handle.
i swipe left, then left again
on a dozen or so men
in overalls and jumpsuits.
bearded men with ample
bellies. men with glasses
on, men with bald heads
and a glint in their eye.
men holding up pipes
and wrenches, men standing
by their trucks painted
with logos and images
of commodes and sinks
beside them. finally i
settle on Patty the Plumber.
she has a shamrock on
the side of her white van.
and she's wearing a short
plaid dress with long boots.
her is black as night
and her greens eyes
are smiling
i swipe right. but she's booked
six weeks in advance.
i can wait.
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