Tis Better by Tom Dibb

The Tunnock’s teacake wrapper
I hunched over after lunch
And flattened against the tabletop
Tore slightly at my clumsy ministrations.
I cursed my lumbering, too-rough thumbs
And returned with the gentlest strokes,
Until I held a fragile silver leaf
In this coarse, unwieldy palm.

I gazed a moment at
That perfect imperfect sheet
With its folds that refused smoothing
(By my hand at any rate)
And I wondered at such a small beauty,
Which was only really for me.
But still, I stood and paid and left it there
For anyone else who cared to see.

Artwork by Assel Kadyrkhanova.

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