Basin Wrench

To think of being
bent and backwards
under the kitchen drain,
       maneuvering
    my arms
  around PVC,
between bleach and Dawn,
ear shoulder neck
like a strained hanger,
how
in a fix
in a last-ditch move
I grasped for the gifted tool bag
and picked you up.

I didn’t even know your name.

But you stuck your neck out
like a friend, like a giraffe.

I almost laugh, remembering
how joy unwound me,
how that damn jammed nut
broke free in your teeth.