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articulation

I promise
to starve
my language,
 
to hold her
concise in
curled digits,
 
to stick
hot match tips
in the cracks
 
until they burn,
break skin,
singe her,
 
until I tongue
her against wet
walls of cheek,
 
inside moist
cavities of bone
jails, until
 
I chew her
to the consistency
of fluency,
 
until I sweat
in clear blunt
beads, until
 
I utter
one lucid
sound.
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