Friday, July 1, 2016

Standpipe: Delivering Water In Flint

Months of stacking water in dining rooms, hallways, back bedrooms, stair wells, beside couches, on counter tops, coffee tables and chairs, I’m still surprised to hear the rhythmic chirping of a smoke detector with a dead battery.  Chirping common as ashtrays on end tables and chair arms I surround with cases of water.  The first few times I say what doesn’t need saying.  My son’s coming tomorrow.  The landlord.  Maybe next week.  I learn to ignore the chirping, step around recliners, leave a trail of cases disappearing down dim hallways, working quick, quick, back to the truck and on to the next stop. 

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