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Under this sink a tree By Simon Perchik Under this sink a tree needs tightening, both wrenches and leaf by leaf another leak more sweat, more compost weakens their hold, erases the day before till they weep on my hands, on these tools squeezing even their hearts dry --it's not by accident the trap was hid and under this drain what's caught let go the way every Fall still tightens and I work my head in --fixing leaks is a job for someone no longer in love who knows the breaking point can work the connectors, the unions the fittings, whose hands now weigh almost nothing, who can without all over again just turn, turn and turn till the tears suddenly stop breathing. © Copyright 2004, Simon Perchik, All Rights Reserved |
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