Whitney Houston

I was in the kitchen waiting for my tea to steep,

Half asleep, when the talking head said Whitney

Houston was dead! Looking for consolation, I

Turned on the song that belonged to her: “I Will

Always Love You”. A plumber, who was there for

Repairs, appeared in the kitchen, tears streaking

His face and embarrassingly asked to return

Tomorrow to give him a day to confront his sorrow.

Deprived of the source of a sound in which he had

Found comfort and consolation, he had to find a

A detour around this hole in his soul.