What's Dangerous About Plumbing by Frances McCue For weeks, that waterline held gravity's wings and refused to leave the ceiling for the floor. Above, I walked the edges of my rooms.
Uneven currents crackle through the walls as the pipe meanders under the floorboards, drips.
Comes the moment when I wish it would flip it shackles, give the house a shudder, let me fire up the pumps, and splash by splash, go headlong, then recover. He's never lost a patient, even with pills. Without a white coat, but sporting wing tips dusty as cats, the surgeon jolts ahead, keeping the patient wide-eyed. Turn up the heat. Chug the wind.