There I was wedged
Between the resawn cedar trusses
In Fred's attic mid-July,
Attempting the impossible
By boring through the double 2x4 plate
To feed romex wire to Robin's new wall-sconce,
Splayed to my armpits in murky pink spun glass insulation,
When the cellphone rings in my pocket
"Sir, can we interest you
In some Triple-A breakdown insurance???"
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