she's up on a ladder when
I get there.
hand me that monkey wrench she says.
no, not that one, the other one.
and that grease gun too.
there's a hole
in the ceiling and she's
replacing a main
pipe for her plumbing.
she's wearing her overalls
and red high heels,
and drinking a glass of chardonnay.
what's next after this, I ask
her, handing her the wrench
and a long piece of pipe.
I don't know she ways, i'm thinking
of putting in some new windows,
or resodding the front yard
before it gets dark.
hold my legs while I reach up
here and tighten things up.
need the torque.
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