
A twofer today, from QWERTYUIOP (1989). Each could certainly work on its own, but the cumulative power of both together is undeniable.
The Plunger as Villain
How the eyes of passersby
bulged as my roommate and I
bore the plunger I'd bought
to clear the stopped kitchen sink
up like the Olympic torch,
or the Statue of Liberty
lighting the path home
to standing water and dirty dishes.
The Plunger as Hero
I carried the plunger home
and pressed its lips
to the mouth of the sink
for a resuscitative kiss,
whereby the drain
swallowed finally
and gasped, breathing
unobstructed again.
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