The Substitute – Part 2

~ Frank Solanki

I went to a nearby shop and asked,
“Have you a replacement for a heart?
Something that doesn’t break as often
Something that doesn’t hurt as much.”

“Nope,” she said. “I haven’t the thing I think you’re looking for
I have fine red apples here with me
Possibly the right size for your chest
But they’re no immune from disaster
All the finest care in the world will
Not stop this fruit from withering
Emitting a pungent smell
Leaving a bad taste in your mouth
Now unless you plan to greet me every week
And buy a bunch of these fine red apples from me
I believe I have not the thing you’re looking for
But I do know Joe, the handyman
And he, indeed, is a handy man
He’s got all the tools that any man has ever known
And some really useful implements
Be sure to darken his doorstep
If you wish to find a cure
For whatever disease it is that is plaguing you.”

I bowed my head and thanked her
She smiled and winked at me
I failed to understand her

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