Palinode XXIII

Palinode XXIII


Inside the heavy
canvas bag,

 all greasy, sealed
with motor oil,

my handy pliers,
flat nose, round nose,

and needle,
my screwdrivers

of many lengths
and heads,

my ball peen
hammer,

the use of
you never learned,

except
the measuring tape

I caught you
once

bandaging round
your biceps

and then
your unconcealed thighs.


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