There are wrenches in the drawer
In my bathroom beside my toothpaste.
I know not why or how they got there;
I’m quite certain that I placed them there,
although I know not for what purpose.

I question as I notice them,
how long they’ve been there,
those shiny little wrenches…
and I can’t help but wonder
what might replace them someday?

Some little, beautifying do-dads,
no doubt, whose complex,
torturous purposes will be
a complete mystery to me.

Suddenly, it I occurs to me
that she’ll be the kind of woman
who’d fall in love
with the quirky sort of man
who never even realized
he kept wrenches
in his drawer…
and love her even more.