I find it peculiar that
The most frustrating thought I had today was:
Gosh, I wish I had a man here to do this.
This, of course, was opening a bottle of red wine.
Using my handy wine opener
All-black and plastic
A wine opener for dummies, or,
Still, even with the extra grip,
the barreled body surrounding the corkscrew
I pull up, and bits of foamy cork fall onto the counter
I try again, plunging the screw in and twisting,
Yet it does not take,
it does not hold.
More crumbly bits of cork:
If only I had a man, I sigh.
I concede, and pull out my roommate’s corkscrew
Utilitarian metal, gleaming
I plunge it in and feel it take, though I have torn through nearly half the cork already.
I have driven the enemy out from his cave.
I pour out the wine,
Who needs a man? Not I!
As bits of cork bob in the red sea.