thinking about using my tools

when i walked in to her shabby apartment
she was standing there
listening to the faucet leak

you could fix it,
i told her
but she didn't seem to think
she could

as she nibbled a granola bar
and thought some half-deep thought
about feminism and the meaning
of Nietzsche
(that stupid fucker)

Do you have tools?
can I get anything to help you?

she dropped the food on the floor
and when she bent over to pick it up
yeah she said
her perfect heart-shaped ass
swaying unsteadily in front of me

give me a screw
driver

I'd love to
i said.