There is no response that’s appropriate. It’s not “poetry,” not really, more a semi-articulate scream, or a plaintive whimper.
It’s nice that the staff of Goodwill had a rare moment of irony-appreciation and left this one on the floor. It’s not as effective at eye level. You really need to see it from above to depreciate it.
This really isn’t a rhetorical question. It invites a conversation. You, there. How will you respond to my gleaming heart? You are in the moment with me. Will you praise it? Speak to it harshly? Will you utter a short prayer to some unfeeling god, or call 911?
Did you do this to me?
If anybody wants to know you can own this particular cry of desperation for $3.99, and worth every penny. Well-aged schadenfreude isn’t cheap, you know.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin