a poem; repairs

the sky outside my window

drips from our old leaky faucet

I’ve been meaning to fix it

these hands forgot how

 

and the clouds engulf sleeping dishes

smothering their dreams to be clean,

to be… new…

again… apologies, where were we?

 

there was a storm coming, that’s right…

you knew when;

lightning strikes twice around teeth

strangled in puddles kissing my feet

my socks are drenched

 

the glass starts to rattle in window frames

the teapots hiss pierces our ears

while your mug drowns

around floating bodies… in a lake…

did I drink my morning coffee? am I awake?

 

you used to stand in the doorframe,

the one crumbling now,

defenceless to the disaster

of our old faucets rain sounds