Insecticide #2

Heretofore I gather in my darkness,
fold by fold,

our broken sentences
and our broken record’s
lines; theme by theme.

I am not
a gatherer
by nature.

But I decontextualize
our monogamy.
And I
revoke access.

Where in this magnetic field
our half life prolongs,
overexposure to the sun
encircles my heart and breath.

Our half life prolongs,
an early death.

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