Typology of Screwing
The Daughter
Press for poem

unfortunately, he

has only one attachment,

and it is highly


   One day...

my daughter came to me with a most welcome request. She wanted me to show her every screwdriver in my toolbox. I, who have always believed that gender should have no influence on "handyperson" tasks, was delighted. My daughter was putting aside her pen, if only temporarily, to make something with her hands. In a single afternoon, I taught her everything I knew. Perhaps, more than I knew. . .