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old pipes

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By Maya SandenPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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My mind is churning

Working and humming

Water through pipes and sparks through wire

You can never really tell

If something’s wrong

Or if they’re just groaning while doing their job

I was new to this city

To this place I called home

When old pipes complained, I knew only of fear

They’re just doing their job

Not even working that hard

Just making some noise as they get through the day

My mind is like the pipes

In my small city apartment

As if unaccustomed to a late night hot shower

Their foil wrappings

Crinkle and crack

And I glance up, worried, not sure what to do

I’m not new anymore

I know nothing’s wrong

But I still grow a small worry tree in my gut

When my mind starts to crackle and moan.

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