You look for bargains
on women’s’ hearts
while we wear them
in store windows.
You try each one on
for size and even buy
a few only to return
them the next day.
They become used goods;
who would buy them now?
My heart is not for sale
at least not to men like you.
I will wait for the shopper
prepared to rummage for me,
to look for the value within
and not expecting a steal.