“The tub keeps backing up” I told my wife last night.
“Well, have you cleaned out the trap?”
I told her that I had.
“We share the drain with the Gundars
in 4H, don’t we?” I asked.
“Maybe they don’t have a hair trap—
maybe it’s from them.”
“well, call the super in the morning I guess.
maybe he can snake it, or pour some Drano down.”
This morning I saw our neighbor Joan;
she was paler than usual, and
thin, and her black hair, which
in Summer graced
the backs of her bare knees
The chemo'd left blue rings
under her eyes.