January 25

Give me one chance to build majesty. No, give
me two chances. Or three. In fact offer me
keys to the kingdom, to infinity. Say please

when I show you my degree and grin
with moxie. What I’ll invent then is
some crop, like the kiss, that we’d be done
without. Or drown me in doubt.

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