Everything Must Go -

Garage sale, Saturday — I need to pay

My heart’s outstanding bills

A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch

Some plastic daffodils

The cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants

A sense of wonder only slightly used

A year or two to haunt you in the dark

For a phone call from far away

With a «Hi, how are you today?»

And a sign, «Recovery comes to the broken ones»

Wage slave forty-hour work week weighs

A thousand kilograms

So bend your knees comes with a free fake smile

For all your dumb demands

The cordless razor that my father bought

When I turned 17

The puke-green sofa, and the outline to

A complicated dream of dignity

For a laugh, too loud and too long

For a place where awkward belong

And a sign, «Recovery comes to the broken ones»

…or Best Offer