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ANTHONY LICCIONE I Sold My Heart for a Dollar For a dollar I sold my heart, to some prostitute, low in the gutters-- then stole me another one... out of a red, 99 chevy lumina. There it was sitting at a gas station, a somewhat used heart, with all its parts still intact-- I plucked off the serial number and then stuffed it in my underwear, this big brand new heart, of which I'm sure every heart transplant patient would die for. And I got it for free walking home sulking over something, on the front seat of this 92 chevy lumina, blood-red on sale for $3300. trying to sell a car for that much I thought was rather high– an old car with no balls, no alpine stereo. just some cheap factory spin-off. It was dark setting, and the business was closed, but I knew I had to have it, and like any crime I do I'm always afraid of getting caught, I was lacking the adrenaline, and heartbeat to prove it. So I took a rock, almost the size of the heart on the seat, and smashed it through the windshield. glass flew everywhere. on the dashboard, floor, and seats with the rock resting itself hard against the plus pulse. Even my new heart, was hit with shards of glass. but I've already planned to give it special care, I would pluck out each piece with tweezers, wash, wax and buff it out when needed. Umbrella it from the rain and shade it from the sun. almost as a new car. It was strange when I later found my old heart, limp in a box at the general dollar store. it was on a shelf with a few other used hearts, trying to sell it for $5.00- who would buy a heart with no balls, no song or sound. an old, used heart juiced on duracell. sometimes I think the batteries will run dry before someone buys my heart for a five. Just then came by two young boys out for fun, they plucked out my heart of its cardboard box, and started playing hacky sack-- round and round it went twirling in the air being kicked from foot to foot back heel to side-sweep that was the most joyous time my heart ever experienced, being kicked around for fun, before going back into its box.
---copyright ANTHONY LICCIONE---
'I Sold My Heart for a Dollar' was previously published by Haggard & Halloo. From upstate New York, ANTHONY LICCIONE has written poetry for over ten years. His poems have or will appear in Snow Monkey, Baby Clams Press, Nuvein Magazine, and Foothills. LICCIONE's first chapbook Parched and Colorless released by The Moon Publishing.
poetryREPAIRs: Concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; resort, frequent or habitual going; making one's way; to arrive; to dwell; to heal, to cure, to recover; to renew; (AND!) to fix to original condition - Oxford English Dictionary.
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