Can you feel it in the bed – Samantha Lucero

Can you feel it in the bed, where cleanly buried
a worm moon in its high-noon velvet march,
swells, & smiles white & scrawls in
the hearts bough, a jack-knife digging in. 
 
In one sink-beds brine, where it’s sunk, 
pursed in the secret night; it wrote on
sunburnt meat of hard-surviving lads, 
hammered down in casket nails, & 
supping bellyfuls of bathtub gin, burning 
– burning once, on fire easily as kerosine,
& just as gladly, snuffed.  
 
A pink-fingered tree over love’s headstone,
thrust with its skinny leg-trunk lodged
in lush ferns, marauded by rabid wolf spiders; 
the grave-bed of a long goodbye.

 


Samantha Lucero writes stuff, sometimes, and you can find more of her work at sixredseeds.com.
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