The kitchen faucet drips. Few sounds, if any, drive her so crazy. And this time her husband doesn't even hear it. But this was earlier tonight. His brother was visiting. He's probably the one who left the faucets on. Both of them. Hot and cold. Luke warm. And he came all this way to see her.
Elsewhere in this city, there are office buildings hauling in tanks of ice, storing four floors of ice to take the place of air conditioning during the height of the summer. Or at least pump it through the building so the energy won't be taxed as much. And in New Orleans, two years after Katrina, they're finally melting down tons of stored ice FEMA thought they'd be needing. No other locality would take it off their hands. Drip. Drip. Even this far off she can hear it.
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"Because counting backwards makes the time pass quicker."(Backwards Bush Website)
"Countdown the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until the National Nightmare of George W. Bush's reign is over. As bad as it gets with war, deficits, injustice and just downright international embarrassment, at least the end is in sight."(National Nightmare Website)
BECAUSE THE POLITICAL IS PERSONAL
About Me
- Rochelle Ratner
- New York, New York, United States
- Rochelle Ratner is a poet, novelist, critic, and editor. More information and links to her writing on the Internet can be found on her homepage: www.rochelleratner.com.
Toast Soldiers
Rochelle Ratner's political prose poems