The photo is from 1978. My son, his truck. Behind him, my truck.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Handyman Sketches: Young Man, Young Woman

Don't Blame Me, I'm Just Here to Fix the Garbage Disposal: Part Nine

Young Man

Young man clean-shaven
dressed for biz with a
go get 'em
suit and tie,
in a dark apartment
watches TV
at noon.

Young Woman

Steamy from the shower,
hair dripping,
her actual name, Cherie,
sweetly commands:
"Don't look at me."
Short robe, bare legs,
dimpled smile, so pert,
she waltzes
in bubble wrap,
where no one
gets hurt.

Note: Among my contracting jobs, for many years I've served as the on-call handyman for a group of townhouse-style apartments — or rental units — or whatever one should call an enclosed square of two-story dwellings in a subdivision of Sunnyvale, California.  It's steady money.  As a minor league writer, I need that.
I tried to summarize the experience in prose, but verse seems to work best.  Most of the events took place in the 1980s though a few are more recent.  This is Part Nine of a series.

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