No water today,
nor are there any neighbors––
it seems a fair trade
My ears had more thirst
for silence than my body
did for sustenance
I guess there’s always
some stoppages whenever
ownership transfers
•••••
We got a new couch
from among all their refuse
strewn around out front:
A small framed thank-you
for thirty-five years service
glinting in the trash
•••••
Several hours
without plumbing/poverty
becomes tangible
Days without coffee
make one go crazy, send him
seeking salvation
A rippling blue jug
three gallons brought from Texas
to acclimate cats
I just boiled it
and then it didn’t taste close
to bottled six months
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