10 inches left on my new
bike tire
My thumbs rubbed red and
raw as radishes
Tools and bike parts distributed
haphazard across my
living room
floor like a scene
of my earnestness and failing
And that old miserable thought …
Where is the man?
I need a man
I do not need a man
I need a …
10 inches left on my new bicycle tire
A chocolate break
It’s important not to rush these things—
—these fixing things—
to approach each
relentless
tug, each wrist
tweak and gadget pull
with the same 100
percent
of muscle and
contortion
Maybe if I stand like this
and put my whole body into it
Or if I shut my eyes and focus on
the sheer sensation of my hands wrapped around…
is it 9 inches now?
Or if I lay down close
to where the rubber meets
the steel
Maybe then I can convince
what’s stiff to be pliant
what’s hard to give me a freakin’ break
and turn this stubborn task into something that’s actually
possible to get done, like, today?
I always did play with dolls too much
But maybe what this bike tire needs
is a woman’s touch
Or better tools
A little TLC on the radio
More chocolate?
Another try
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