frost over

You say I’m all wound up;

I say you’re just too loose.

So we both agree

We need a little screw

To fit together, flush and snug--

A few turns left, a few twists right

Against hard wood

And we’ll be good to go.

Quit digging around in my toolbox

Trying to find an extra nail

For that hammer that’s been laying

There for nights and days.

If that doesn’t work,

You can be the superglue

That holds us together for a little while.

But maybe, just maybe

You’re a frayed knot, you’re nuts, you’ll bolt--

Heart wrenched, I’ll saw right through you.

Forget it – we’ll level it off

And leave it be

If only to be left crooked and hanging

Over uneven floors.