a rust chewed pipe by Alex Wells Shapiro
Alex Wells Shapiroa rust chewed pipe The glug above my left ear (a rust chewed pipe next to my right arm) manifests as yellow beads welling at my bedfoot ; a neighbor stabs my wall open with the sharp side of a hammer tearing up drywall in strips & puffs ; we determine the issue is time & agree nearby sinks cannot be used & he slops a patch across the fresh cavity. The super’s plumber cousin is scheduled to come tomorrow ; overnight beads run & recede & a tide of dehydrated piss rises around my mattress ; I scoop it out the windows with the super & his cousin & all the neighbors in glasses & our hands as the sun begins scaling lakefront high rises, flinching at back splash, shouts of ‘Incoming!’ accompanying each toss, down to our ankles ; Chris installs a new strip of pipe … chop! chop! read more!