My Monkey

I just pulled a monkey, out of my bathtub drain.

At least that's what my brother called it a few years back,
when he pulled one out of my bachelorette-pad sink.

I was single for those 5 minutes,
and didn't have a man to unclog drains.
He was reeling from a life askew
and needed somewhere to go.
We laughed until we cried
each time he said "Monk-key",
and I think we re-connected that day.

So I hold my monkey high in the bathroom light,
marveling at its suspended soap scum,
and hairy slime, and I smile.