Dross
glopping—some ice-
thick
sounding singing—
jangling,
going
slopping—down an easy-does-it-
tomorrow drain.
Another numb-
cold titular
Tues
day
bath-
room-
down-the-
hallway sink
water wasting—way
a-
way
away.
And away
it pipes up,
giggling again as it
keeps on
wenting away—try? Oh, Daniel,
laughing—weep-
ing—really,
this?
This is
serious-
ly
you
keeping
on trying?—so hard
for some-
thing. What? Already—just
to keep
some empty—
pipes from freezing!
