when did you keep god under your tongue,
like
an uninvited pill
from that plastic nurse behind a wall,
masked
and reaching out to hand you an orange
mood
in a paper cup made in L.A.
for whom did your milky eyes blur,
or from whose unseen stare did the water
of your ribs buckle and hide
when you knew that worship was a mask we
wear,
that rituals and skin
give us a tendency to forgot how to say no?
i was born in a summer cage that sold
whispers to me
in body-sized trash bags, flung at donation
trucks where you wait and
where you drive up and pry a hole, pull out
unwanted secrets you can take home
and cherish as yours from other people’s
unglamorous lives; a boy scout’s book
on how to make a fire.
a girl scout’s book about how to cook on it.
my heart’s in a shot glass that says
‘i ❤ san francisco.’
on the floor by a fireplace
in his basement.
and i think that’s where i swallowed ‘god.’
[Sam does sixredseeds.]
Reblogged this on lois e. linkens and commented:
from sam lucero
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adore this.
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🖤 adore youuu. 🖤
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Reading this was like ingesting sweet tasting acid. I love it. ❤
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Thank you! 🤓
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You’re so welcome!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
It may take a while and maybe several readings for me to form a picture of the relationship in this poem by Samantha, and that is more than OK.
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Thank you!!🖤🖤
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Reblogged this on samantha lucero and commented:
more of my SD stuff.
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I can’t stop reading this, it is so good that I am unable to form the words in my brain to respond. Lame comment, but I had to say something. This is in me right now, right in the guts, wow.
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So glad it wasn’t just me! I would read a stanza. Stop, go back to the top and read two stanzas. Stop and absorb. Go back to the top and read three stanzas and then wanted to read it again. Because: “when did you keep god under your tongue,/like an uninvited pill/from that plastic nurse behind/ a wall,/masked/and reaching out to hand you an orange/mood/in a paper cup made in L.A.” Every time I think about “when did you keep god under your tongue,/like an uninvited pill” I sigh. Because its that fucking good.
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It’s that fucking good is right! And also my new go to comment every damn time I am left blubbering over you guys and your awesome minds.
It’s. That. Fucking. Good.
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i’m grinning like a total weirdo. so flattered.
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oh odin, you guys are making my face hot. i am so flattered. thank you!! ❤
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I so agree doll! I’m sitting here in awe! Just literally floored!!
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Badass Sam Lucero!
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What a kick. Love it. This is jazz, baby. This is bebop poetry. Terrific stuff.
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David lohrey thinks it’s terrific? Now that’s a compliment! 🖤
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DAMN STRAIGHT! I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO STEAL IT!
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lol. ❤
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This is so so so good
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Thank you!🤓
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I love this!!!
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❤ ❤
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Samantha Lucero twisting my mind into knots and making me like it.
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Damn Sam! I would read a stanza, stop, go back and read two stanzas and so on because it got better with every reading. Just brilliant lady!
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thank you. i’m glad i pulled you in. stay awhile, my darling!
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Friggin brilliant Sam.
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thank you, friendo!
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Samantha’s dark vision is one that leaves me with so many questions. Questions that eat away at my day. I love it.
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I’m honored to haunt you.
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