Literature
Dragon in the Sink
Dragon in the Sink
He growls at me from inside the pipe.
If I look down the drain, I can see
tiny iridescent eyes
gold and slitted, like a cat's.
I hesitate to use Drano,
chemical burns seem inhumane.
I tried a stick, it only came back
cracked, tooth-marked, and singed.
I can't recall when he moved house
into my bathroom plumbing.
Perhaps he came with the place,
or is just staying for the winter.
He popped his spiky head up once
to give me a special glare.
I think I woke him from a nap
(he blocked the sink for three days after that).
The plumber found only a stash of scales
each the size of a pin's head
lodged in a gunky,