The towel rack

The girls who live in fancy houses
sensed trouble when the bathroom towel rack pulled off of the wall.
Drywall dust scattered across cheap tiles.

Oh shit, this house is crumbling.
Short screws never reaching wall studs.
Thin paint covering what’s supposed to be another pile of dust
in three thousand years.

The shock of understanding – that towel rack will no longer hold towels.
What to do?
Panic?
Resist?
Fix?
Move on?
Escape?
Consider yourself pranked?

How is this house not consistently reappearing like it should?
What is this fucking flaw?
What more absurd trouble could become of this world?
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