I put the best of me for sale on my lawn:
A buck twenty gets you great memories
and conversations lasting all night long.
Take the love letters for just fifty cents,
steal my heart itself for two ninety five.
Buyers stream in early to look at the goods;
digging through the bins with filthy fingers,
leaving bits of my life dirty and used.
And they haggle with their exploiting eyes;
because they want the best of me for free.