hand me
a wrench, a pair of pliers,
a screwdriver,
a hammer
and a handful of nails.
let me at it.
tell what ails
this old house.
which machine do i need
to fix,
which set of stairs
creak when we walk up,
which light flickers,
which door, or window
is seeping air.
i can fix nearly everything.
everything that is,
but you, my dear.
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