roto-rooter

the faucet,
surrounded by victorian molding and
that painting that’s supposed to be classy
(but looks more like a 4-year olds finger swipes through pink and purple),
in it’s place beside the right chamber of my heart
refused to work.

the landlord said he’d have a look
but after nine days
it still refused to work

i remembered the days
when the spigot poured rainbows like saturn’s rings
glitter fell like a waterfall
liquid velvet
sandy beaches and the most outrageously starry skies
and i wanted them back

so i called the plumber
who squished up the veins in his squeaky shoes twenty minutes later
and proceeded to work around the clock
hiking up his suspenders
fiddling with wrenches
wielding his toolbox to deflect any blocked arteries
trying to twist the pipes just so
put all the o rings in place
to make it right again.

he’s still in there
tinkering away.

~ by heartofasuperhero on December 15, 2006.