Poems and Poetry

Small Gifts | A Poem by Tempest Brew

Don’t offer me trivial
bright flowers made of plastic,
instead offer me an organ
a finger or an idea

a piece of you I can use
and taste
and remember you by

Don’t pretend I’m like others
with small gifts
and lace and frills
you have known me deeper
than that

so give me a deep
hurting gift.


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