"the fixer"

i drove the nail into the wall
like a plow going through a drift,
hung the pot and looked back, satisfied.

looking around the house
i see nails, bachelor nails. make do gett'r done nails, all about function,
not about grace or style.

and then i see you shaking your head
we are upset and then we laugh.

HELL!
i am not a bachelor anymore.
i smile.