When we began our home improvements
The book said to rebuild the kitchen:
Get rid of old clamshell fixtures on cabinets,
Give them a fresh coat of blackboard paint
Install some LED lights in the ceiling,
Tear off the decorative box caging the pole
Rip up old linoleum, lay new Pergo floors.
But we had torn more apart,
The bath, too, stripped of fixtures,
When the money ran out,
We had just a hole in the floor
Where a toilet would be.
Do we begin again?
Damned and determined to do it ourselves,
This space too small for a standard cabinet,
Our standards too high for just anything off the shelf.
We want to float a counter with a basin sink,
We want a skirted toilet,
On the wall, we want paper
A shadowy tree to entertain our guests –
Birds can fly out, freed of excrement.
The interior designer says this shitter
Needs to be the Jewel of the House.
The book tells us where to begin,
If we can get on the right page.
I want to use my hands,
To flush the voices inside my head;
This hole seems
Just the place to begin