Riehlife Poem of the Day: Marie Howe’s “What the Living Do”
What the Living Do by Marie Howe (From “What the Living Do“) Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we…