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It is wet and leaning. The sink is the only place it fits. You hook the toe of your sneaker under the edge of the trash can to drag it closer, and a crumpled paper towel falls out of the… Continue Reading →
One pan has sauce in it. The rest can wait. You just tripped over the edge of the hallway rug on your way back from filling your water glass at the kitchen sink, and the crusted tomato splash on the… Continue Reading →
The sponge is in the standing water. You are about to walk away. Your sock brushes the edge of the puddle, seeping cold through the thin cotton, and you pause, hand already on your apartment door handle. You’d set the… Continue Reading →
You are leaving the kitchen. Plates are still in the basin. The fluorescent overhead hums so loud you can barely hear the distant siren wailing down the block, and your sock sticks a little to a damp spot on the… Continue Reading →
You are plunging. The other side rises. You yank the plunger away from the drain, cold bathwater sloshing over your wrist as you stumble a half-step back, sneakers squelching on the damp linoleum of your apartment hallway bathroom. The thin… Continue Reading →
The basin empties. Then you smell the pipe. You twist the faucet all the way off, fingertips still damp from wiping stray suds off the edge a minute earlier, and lean in a half inch to confirm the sharp, mildewy… Continue Reading →
Grease is on the steel. The drain itself may be clear. You’re holding a crumpled paper towel you grabbed from the dispenser by the mailboxes, the sink gurgled when your neighbor dumped their leftover pasta water down it ten minutes… Continue Reading →
One bowl sits over the holes. Water waits. You’re perched on your haunches in the apartment hallway outside your unit, the faint smell of lemon cleanser still clinging to the tile where you mopped up a spill ten minutes ago…. Continue Reading →
It is not full. It is not empty. You hover on the scuffed linoleum outside the fourth-floor studio, rubber gloves pulled up to your elbows, a crumpled stack of microfiber cloths tucked in the back pocket of your work pants…. Continue Reading →
The bathroom sink runs. This one gurgles. You lean against the cool hallway wall outside your unit, bottle of foaming drain cleaner tucked in the back pocket of your sweatpants, and you don’t want to wake your roommate who’s asleep… Continue Reading →