is early
with his knock at the door.
it's a steady rapping
of knuckles,
but not aggressively,
sometimes
it's all about the knock
when judging someone.
quickly
i find
a pair of pants
and answer.
a tall brown haired
shaggy
fellow in a company
shirt appears,
a labrador retriever
of a man,
we shake hands.
two bathrooms for the price
of one,
he offers
sitting down with his iPad.
showing me
his glossy brochure
and pictures
of what my new loo
will look like after all
is said and done.
am i ready
for the old 1968 bathrooms
to be gutted
and made new,
to have them enter the next
century?
they were installed when
Nixon was in the white house,
Nixon.
boo.
i am ready, so
sadly,
i say goodbye to the leaky
faucets,
the drips,
the rusted tub,
the chipped tiles,
the grout full of mildew.
the toilets that would
stubbornly flush.
i throw no party, but i'm done
with them.
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