the drip, the drip
gets
me up
in the middle of the night
to turn
the spigot tighter.
it's music
in a way.
the splatter onto
the chrome
drain.
a drumstick
on a tambourine,
a concert about to begin.
i'll get up
tomorrow night
and turn
it off again.
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