And Now This by Matt Dennison

And now there’s a leak
in the gravity-tank
toilet we never used,
that I tried to kill
from the inside-out—
propped a wooden spoon
under its arm, siliconed
its mouth, duct-taped
its drain. But in spite
of all this it’s recently
begun to leak and
it’s getting worse.
And it’s not that I’m lazy,
I tried to stop it once
and I’m sure I’ll try again,
but for now I think
I’ll let it grow until
it equals your showers,
your eternal sour
sips and endless
dripping rains of
penny complaints.

I’m paying for everything else,
why not pay for this?