she used me

she used me
for my muscle,
to open jars.
to lift luggage
from the curb to
the car, to
change a tire.
with my long reach,
she had me putting
boxes onto the
top shelf, moving
chairs into
the attic, changing
lightbulbs in
the ceiling. my legs
would push the
mower to cut her
lawn. my vision
would thread a needle.
my voice would call
the dog to come in.
she used me night
and day for my
attributes, but i'm
not complaining.
the feeling was
mutual in so many
wonderful ways.
take her lips
for example.