sink poetry

Spent Saturday fixing the kitchen sink. 

After taking it all apart and cleaning the pipes

I had to call Eric to borrow a snake. (That's 

a drawing of his alley that appears on page 38

of SAINT LEMONADE.)  

Note the bungee cord--it's a quality job. 

Not calling a plumber means the money saved 

can go to printing my next book,
a big collection of poetry.