if there is no God, then what?

as the plumber

fixes

the leaky

pipe, with grease on

his face, he expounds on Kafka,

talking

about our

existential plight.

what's real,

what's an illusion.

he tells me that

if there is no God,

then

what's the point of life.

to eat and drink,

work,

find love, or misery,

then die?

i want him to stop

talking

and turn the water back

on.

i need shower.

i hand him a wrench

and hold

the light.