January 22, 2008
By Sarah Ramsden, Manassas, VA

I found a receipt
crinkled in the bottom of my purse.
The restaurant’s name is not important,
only that I drove myself there
and waited in the parking lot
thirty minutes
for you to show up.

I destroyed that receipt
threw the shreds across my kitchen,
and only as I was bending to pick the pieces up
did I realize
you weren’t worth even the two minutes
it took me to collect them.

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