text: Garage sale, Saturday – I need to pay
  My hearts 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