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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 hand in his
big glove, rough inside
like sand paper. old yellow leather in
a white truck stuck together
with luck, cigarettes in a soft pack,
right in your shirt pocket, next to the
heart in my hand, in your glove
in a warm cup of coffee,

i could live on that smell and skip
meals for the month of
october.
just the memory of it,
and the dregs of
california pain.

i could armor myself in you.
live in your flannel and die.
carve a valknut in my chest
over the hole where no light
can get in.

but you’re the one with
the valknut – you’re
the one who earned it.

through a violent death,
but you’d want the cross
instead.

“these violent delights
have violent ends.”

scorpio.

scorpio.

scorpio.

 

samantha lucero 2017 ©

23 thoughts on “untitled

  1. I don’t like to use quotes when reading your work because they’re ALL quotes. But gun to my head, my favourite one was

    “I could live on that smell and skip meals for the month of october”

    The choice of month is paramount there. So beautiful it is ❤

  2. Loved this piece Sam. This line killed me– I know the feeling so strongly: “i could armor myself in you./live in your flannel and die.” Oh to be able to wrap ourselves in those we have lost

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