By Jeanmarie
Date: 15 September 1998

Go On....Help Yourself

I proffered my broken heart
to the fat complacent clerk 
who was sitting behind the counter.
It lay rendered and torn, ripped to shreds
among several colorful sheets of tissue paper.
The bitch never looked up from the
newspaper she wasn't reading, 
instead pointing aimlessly toward
the placard displayed on her counter.
"No returns.  No exchanges.
Make do with what you've got"
the sign simply stated.