David W. Pritchard

The landlord remarks, as he is fixing the toilet,
the toilet is a hardy one, reliable—not like
those other toilets! he says. I think he means
the toilets made in China. Well, wherever the toilet
I'm flushing is from, it sucks: or doesn't. I have
to flush twice to make a normal shit with toilet paper (surely
the reader is not surprised to discover I keep my ass clean)
go all the way down the drain. The shit isn't ever
the problem; it's the paper. What does our landlord
have to say about that? what does yours? Somewhere
in there, in the toilet, there's a lesson to be learned. But where?