We
live in a 1946 beautiful log cabin and I do love it in so many ways! It started
really just a couple of months after we moved in back in 2007, but this year
has been crazy! We’ve had 2 different pipe catastrophes, a broken sink, a
broken garbage disposal, toilet, toilet seat, thermostat/furnace (during a cold
snap), and now…well, read the poem to the end to see what now. And don’t even
get me started on the car (in competition with the house I is my guess)!
A
Series of Breakdowns
What
goes through the pipes
Is
like spite
That
grows, and grows, and grows,
No
one knows where it comes from
As
it was found in the ground
Initially
it blows
Burbling,
gurgling, underneath
It
seeped into the soil
Until
it began to leak
As
it boiled through
On
the walls, a goo
That
was unrecognizable
Then
there is the garbage
Our
privilege
To
have a machine to take out
The
smell of doubt
I
made sure it was small
Pieces
that wouldn’t stall
Because
I knew it was
Harmful
in large quantities
It
wouldn’t go with ease
So
I made sure it was teeny-tiny bits
But
it still stuck together to cause fits
That
packed, and packed, and packed,
It
sat like the fat
That
sticks to me
Makes
me want to flee
I
fight to chop it up too
So
I won’t be so blue
But
what can you do?
Then
the frozen cold
Where
we felt like mold
In
the wet
I
wish I’d still had a pet
That
would sit and purr
With
lots of fur
To
keep me warm
During
all those storms
I
often mourned
Our
toes like blocks of ice
It
wasn’t nice
And
now, the furnace won’t stop
It
is very hot
But
I open windows
And
take off clothes
Which
isn’t bad?
It
makes me glad
To
be warm
We
are nearly there
This
year has been a bear
And
made me so aware
How
much I do love this house
Even
though it is not new
And
it tends to spew
Right
on cue
Now
the dishwasher too
Has
broken down
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