15 DECEMBER 1990, Page 34

The Heart's Location

All my plans for suicide are ridiculous: I can never remember the heart's location.

Too cheap to smash the car, too queasy to slash a wrist — once jumped off a bridge, almost scared myself to death then spent two foggy weeks waiting for new glasses.

Of course I really want to live continuing my lifelong search for the world's greatest unknown cheap restaurant and a poem full of ordinary words about simple things in the inconsolable rhythms of the heart.

Peter Meinke