This piece of your heartflesh
left in an ashtray.
White porcelien ashtray
on a blue bed-side table
with scuffs on its surface.
Surgical and bloodless,
the edges; far less than a pound.
Such a slender segment.
You call this an offering?
Incised tumor
removed with intention;
discarded,
unburnt,
I am not impressed.
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