Monday, March 16, 2009


Water pressure on the top floor
has been dead since Friday.
Toilets like swamps
and sick sinks coughing and sneezing.
Marg has a red face,
jogging up and down
from the seventh floor bathroom,
making angry phone calls to the landlord.

Mona’s so busy with motions and matters
she barely has time to swallow
the bites of lunch she takes
between telephone rings.

Office juxtiposition.

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

I find it ironic that a lowering of one pressure raises another. :)