there are things in the pipes
that run across my dreams with
their dirty paws things that don't
care for structure things that
are flea infested and carry two
hundred and ten types of disease
things that we all hear in
different ways the tapping of
the sink as something
bursts forth from the spout and
four spiders crawl from the drain
I am bent over things that topple
over bags and spades and we
find them impaled in the morning
things that seem to follow us and
go away with time and money things
we cannot simply vaporize
things in the pipes that creak the
bedrock foundation of our house
and cling to our paychecks
like rancid dirt
