Insecticide #26

Transfiguratively I promoted celibacy & enthusiasm,
I gave you the swamp water you had asked me for,
when isolation had your tongue.

Fluidity of speech is not equivalent
to fluidity of thought;

With intent, I love you.
But I won’t succumb to your demands.

File, order, place into jars with colored caps
and masking tape,

So many reasons to communicate with you this way,
although I cannot see you reading all my dreams
and thoughts
and masochisms.

You gouged my heart,
pried apart the scab wound from its flesh adhesive.
Then you fail to understand why I am this way with you,

Do you have no compassion;
are you so self-
absorbed that
you can’t see?

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