11/15/2020

The drip
A reminder that I have no idea
How plumbing works
Because no one taught me
I say to myself
Ignoring books, videos
And questions never asked.
It mocks me, the sound
A display of my laziness
Dressed as undue defeat
Under the neglectful eye
Of my own making
That I might someday use
As a punchy anecdote
To explain my soft hands
And uncertain memory
If left is indeed loose
And right is supposedly tight.
I don’t know,
It just drips, I sigh,
No one ever taught me
How to fix a pipe.
They nod in response,
A unspoken code of fragility
We’re embracing
Together,
Instead of admitting
Our sad lack
of potential responsibility.
It drips again
I shrug in defeat
Pretending
It’s
someone
else’s
fault.