Sitting on the crapper, Rodinesque,
\nlistening to the water dripping into the
\nbathtub — drips akin to a kid learning his second note
\non the bongos — and the drip moderator,
\nwhich sends potassium chloride solution
\nthrough the tube (which prevents me from enjoying
\nsaid tub) into my arm — the drip moderator,
\nI say, sighing itself like the orgasmic coffee percolator
\nwe had so many years ago, and I’m observing
\nthe five-legged base of the thing, which I had
\nto drag in here attached as I am to it,
\nthe five legs reminding me that a
\nman is a five-legged woman without a leg
\nto stand on in an argument with her, and
\nI notice that on the one leg, somebody has
\nused a magic marker to note that this
\nmachine is 5N for fifth floor north, our present
\nlocation, but the N is slanted, looks like
\nlightning, and it all makes some kind of
\ncockeyed sense.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sitting on the crapper, Rodinesque, listening to the water dripping into the bathtub — drips akin to a kid learning his second note on the bongos — and the drip moderator, which sends potassium chloride solution through the tube (which … Continue reading