Plumbing

When something finally bursts, Amber

won't call the plumber, instead, digs

out her overalls, spare valves and new pipes,

stands alone, water weighing down

the hem of her jeans. She refuses

help. Amber will have no man

beneath her sink, would rather stare

dumbly at her wrench, the flow of water

slowly drowning her linoleum, puddles

that warp black and white checkers, floorboards

that buckle, make everything

uneven.