FLORIDA – Samantha Lucero

let sleeping dogs lie
or if they’re in florida
set them on fire;
let them die.
speaking of the plentiful
imagery of the world
i am the melting ice. i am the gun
on the dashboard to Savannah
for the 4th of July.
i am the word speak
now, or forever hold
your pieces.

for rent: a popular swamp,
far away from the highway.
a tongue left behind with a
womb-scent, a piece of me
in the toilet.
and the dog,
always barking up
the wrong tree.

like mottoes, mildew
crawling up the walls like arrows,
climbing down.
point me away from
the fingers they lick
in prison for nicotine.

they live in a dishwasher so they can
put roaches on my eyes instead
of coins when i die;
this is where he laughed,
where he made me into wax.
they check in, but
they never check me out
anymore.

XXX, at the adult-store
the eyes never sleep,
the mouths catch flies.
the air, like held breath,
is missing teeth, like you.
i lost a tooth there, too.

the boiled, rich pigs,
too poor to die with
their cardboard signs
that say:
‘eat me alive.’
will work for veins.
will work for coca cola
in a glass bottle.

i see gold rings on severed
fingers, it could be a woman’s hand,
but they say that the woman
wears silver, and that
the man wears gold.
the sun, the moon. the moon
reflects the sun. the sun just shines.
and i shine in the dark,
like something not supposed
to be there.

let sleeping dogs lie
or if they’re in florida
they’re already dead.
speaking of the plentiful
imagery of the world
i am the sick-feeling. i am the revenge,
the bullet that belongs in
my head.
i am the expression:
shhhhh.
but you are not the melting ice.
and you certainly aren’t the gun,
there’s just no way that you’re the gun.


[*With a nod to Billy Collins’ “Litany” where the italicized ‘speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world’ was inspiration. Samantha Lucero does sixredseeds. She’s painfully tedious and can’t wait for Halloween.]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

23 thoughts on “FLORIDA – Samantha Lucero”

  1. As always, I adore your work. Arrgh, just no words. This particular part really stuck to me for some reason:

    “the boiled, rich pigs,
    too poor to die with
    their cardboard signs
    that say:
    ‘eat me alive.’
    will work for veins.
    will work for coca cola
    in a glass bottle.”

    So just… wow. You’re nailing it, sister.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. HOLY FUCKIN SHIT! This is one of the greatest things I’ve ever read. Everything about it says something and hits hard. Absolutely incredible. No fillers and no pulling punches. I am in awe.

    Liked by 2 people

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