fix it

i walked toward the window
for -
i can't remember why
i walked toward the window.
like the space cadet
that i am
i dropped my sandwich

on the floor -
i looked down
at my eviscerated sandwich
and let out a quiet whine
'aww, i dropped it," and
the looked over to martin
and quickly blurted out,
"fix it!"

and, quickly, without
a word, he swooped down
behind me and collected
the sandwich guts
from the floor,
deftly assembled them
so that they look
as though freshly assembled
at the restaurant,
and handed it
back to me.

such is the dynamic
of our relationship.
"fix it."