didn't your mother ever tell you
to turn the water off when you're finished?
swivel the faucets so that silver glints
in the incorrect direction and
the porcelain seems that all is right
in a your microcosm world.
but she also said never judge a book
by its cover, and the world is not right
in fact, it's falling apart. it's absolutely
left and we're red lights without a green
turn arrow. i guess the sink is leaking.
there's only so much you can do to stay
friendly to your mother (nature) and
you never flip the switch. clutch my spine
and sigh, "waste not, want not." because
you're not wasting my love.
but you don't want it either.