hand
i can easily
sink this house.
one twist and the pipe
is broken.
and i'm on
the phone
to Mike. it's sunday
and i have the
buckets and towels.
the mop
all out.
i apologize.
come soon, i plead.
i bake him a cake,
make sandwiches,
i put his favorite
beer
on ice, then
i leave him a pile of
money
on the table,
take it all i tell him.
the key
is under
the mat.
i should have turned
left,
i guess, not right.
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