As I Work Up the Nerve

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From this shaft
of singular desire,
I mean to cast myself
into the fires
of your approval,
my love,
to emerge flame-
bathed and malleable,
to be fit for your
consumption.
The lump forming
in my throat
is only an improvement,
and it’s because
you spur its growth
I’m sure of it.

-r. miller

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