How to Fix a Faucet That Drips
by Sheila Wellehan

Smirk smugly after you repair your faucet
with a few emphatic wrench twists.

Sigh deeply when it disappoints you
and reverts to its watery tricks.

Become transfixed with your faceted reflection
as you will the faucet to cease and desist.

Touch up your lipstick
in its chipped stainless steel body

as you imagine kisses
and inappropriate trysts.

Admire its rhythm,
note its resemblance to percussion lines

in symphonic poems by Liszt —
especially first thing in the morning,

when the furnace beside it
fires on with passionate clicks.

Dream of schooners sailing in your basement
when hardware loses its tenuous grip.

Scribble Call plumber! on a scrap of paper
or your faucet will spit and dribble

until the solar eclipse.

PAINTING: Faucet by Edward Ruscha (2009).

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’ve tried to repair things myself during the pandemic to reduce transmission risk. Some repairs have been more challenging than others. I had a battle of wills with my dripping faucet, and I lost.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in The Night Heron Barks, Rust + Moth, Thimble Literary Magazine, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Whale Road Review, and many other journals and anthologies. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Visit her at sheilawellehan.com.