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i’ve evolved from spitfoam into hearth-iron ribs trapped between septic fingers and lost doors. one gummy eye used to be the rasp moon, the other a varnished cloud. i’ve created ants and snow in a womb for licking cloying. for freezing, for festering age, years. rafts of web on web. i scream in a lockedContinue reading The Perfect Marriage- Samantha Lucero
I see those mottled photos, ornate albums of yesterdays yellow sun Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field. They leash their arms around an oval-shape becoming empty; the shape deflates, the air comes out like water. It starts to breathe it’s own small breath in the shape of a person, someday a man, aContinue reading Hours- Samantha Lucero
my scent, not his scent, but by some changeling blood could spread the same smile on halloween. on christmas waking up in blankets it didn’t fall asleep in. there’s bricks that hold down a red bottlebrush flower from 1994. remember, she called you honeysuckle, and thought rats had no bones. i remember my small handContinue reading Untitled- Samantha Lucero
of a grin usually on the missing persons board at truck stops where famished men would pick up hitch-hiking girl-children run aways, escaping home to find themselves, smelling like violins in the attic here she is in red-hot-red, rose-red, blood-red, a portrait streak of glitter high-heels with no hosiery ankles with tattoos of talaria wings and a wink atContinue reading The Monsters are Due on Vine Street- Samantha Lucero
slay the beast that like a dissolving silhouette roams at the corner of your eye leaves when you walk to it stays a friendly whisper in your ear on your weakest, ugliest days. find the piece of you that’s rotting (we’ve all got one) hunt it out, Continue reading Old Friends-Samantha Lucero
her eyes were emerald cities in tourmaline mist spit down from the burning moon though soot and whisper woke my wolf-child from her yellow maidens melody she pooled in fevered mulch and wooden pearls that he planted with misery and pined out by laughing at the demon-fruit; by dining in the diamond’s vein restlesslyContinue reading Bruises are Mine- Samantha Lucero