a screw driver
in hand.
a pair of pliers.
she's in her underwear,
her thick
wool socks
with little christmas
trees
upon them.
she closes the door,
then opens it
back up.
she squeaks a little
oil
onto the hinges,
into the slot.
at last, she folds
up the paper instructions
and smiles.
by george, she says.
i' think i've got it.
No comments:
Post a Comment