Homesick – Samantha Lucero

Our friend Sam on Free Verse Revolution

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o’ willing death

that you should falter

from a barren road and howl

in the blood,

and like those homesick for the

womb

could ripple in the living dark.

or should you tap,

i wouldn’t dare a dirty look

over my time-worn shoulder,

where hard moments have made

runic mobs. rather would i,

wonderstruck,

gape up at that maudlin deathbed

of worshipping pinpricks;

those clean, bright stars.

where i have ever amused

a close embrace, i have been

half-hearted. watching an

umbilical of white-hot

lightning

dash across my life;

i watch it tramp out fires

in my warring heart,

one already ill with

yearning.

o’ willing death;

that you would whirl

and whisper in my arms,

but only once i wet

my scalp again in snow,

and endure yet

many moons

to come, that when they

bury my heart in los

cerrillos, the red soil

rejoices,

and those mountebank stars

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