Because no one needs a poet
in a hurricane
I am coming back as a plumber.

Everyone will want a piece of me
when I arrive at your destruction
in a spotless white panel truck

armed with a shining tool kit.
I will snake out your overflow,
auger your inner core, unclog

your fears. As I crouch in ass crack stance
replacing your ballcock, my perfect schism
(beribboned in a metallic thong)

will make you hopeful. After I dredge
the basement, remove fish, I will
install red hot nipples on your gas line.

Unpeel when I am done, take a hot shower,
consider my invoice my magnum opus--
next time around.
 

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