Dominique Larntz * September 18, 2012

 

I want to inspire
plumbers to want to help me.

I want those snakes
making my pipes into a slide,
glass-smooth as the tumbled rocks
I prepared as a young girl
and clutched quietly inside
my jacket pockets
on a Black Hills picnic blanket.

I want to inspire
plumbers to show up on schedule.

I want my water available
like you were, husband,
when we met over the
Albuquerque altitude
and until next we met
a deep breath
was impossible.

I want to inspire
unavailable plumbers
while I kiss chlorine to mold
and cry over leaks
I feel helpless to plug
and find backup
after backup.