laying tile, prying up tile, moving on

bag of grey dust
water from freshly plumbed pipe
in this cauldron
my witches brew

no meek man could turn
the recipe is thick
two fisted bent stick
chalk becomes a slurry

strategize to curb stress
chalk lines and internet
mesh back headdress
still must lay first stone

puddy knife paint brush
and back scratching trowel
sling mud across sub floor
mind searching for oh shit bar

escaping crisis with each stone
grout lines narrow
chalk lines gone missing
crafting this mistake

more water more batter
stone must be cut
saw must be repaired
knees and blade whine

each ridged stroke
gives way to unique square
slowly sub floor sleeps
joists long forgotten