i never
trusted a woman
with a power tool
in her hand
but she was
different
she knew how
to kiss
and make pot
roast.
and as i watched
her reaching up
to take branches
down off the old
oak tree in her
yard, i was almost
willing to lose
a limb or
large quantities
of blood
for her. my
foolishness has
not diminished
with age.
trusted a woman
with a power tool
in her hand
but she was
different
she knew how
to kiss
and make pot
roast.
and as i watched
her reaching up
to take branches
down off the old
oak tree in her
yard, i was almost
willing to lose
a limb or
large quantities
of blood
for her. my
foolishness has
not diminished
with age.
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