Monday, December 27, 2010


two plumbers are here. they're in my bathroom with a giant, silvery machine. they are working to fix some mid-century pipes that are clogged with communal sludge. i sit in my pajamas waiting for them to finish. i am trapped in my kitchen with my dogs; their eagerness for freedom matches my own. you never know how badly you want to leave until the boundaries have been set. two plumbers are here.