Garage Sale. Saturday. I need to pay 
my heart's outstanding bills.
[bad word] 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 [bad word] 
to the broken ones.
wage-slave forty-hour work week weighs 
a thousand kilograms.
So bend your [bad word] with a free fake smile 
for all your dumb demands.
The cordless razor that my father bought 
when I turned 17,
a puke-green sofa, and the outline too  [bad word] dream of dignity.
For a laugh, too loud and too long.
For a place where awkward belong,
and a sign [bad word] 
to the broken ones.to the broken ones.to the broken ones.
For the broken ones.
"Our Best Offer."