you’re not religious

some people are only religious when they see Mary
on the corner with a heart-wet mouth. h a i l  Mary,
full of avian bones and candy wrappers they pick up
at disneyland
that you never see get thrown
away.
won’t you be mine?
perhaps. she makes them think of their mother
smart and streetwise
with all those invisible skirts and ankles
or perhaps the cradle where it all went
down hill; it’s all downhill from there
from birth to showers of sparks
to final scenes fading to black
the camera now pans to an inky bedroom
where you’d cry out and somebody
would always come (or cry too?)
or maybe you used to pray there
like a wound by a candle
no one ever listened to you
— why would ‘they’? —
no one is there.
and that’s okay.
i’m comfortable with that
like sharks are in waves
i’m the steak knife on the kitchen table
by your mothers hand
when she’s crying in a mink coat full of smoke
i’m the girl in the dark; leave me alone.
i want to be here.


words =samantha lucero 2017 ©.
photo = alexa chung.

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11 comments

  1. I admire how your writing can contain so many thoughts, images and feelings and still remain sharp and to the point, for lack of a better phrase.

    1. I have a few from lately that I’ve been doubtful of, this among them, and decided against storing them away. I figured I’d just post them.

    2. Oops, pressed reply too quickly – I was going to add that it’s good that it got a point across.

      1. Sure did. Sometimes those pieces we’re not too sure about resonate with others.

      2. Maybe I’ll stop stashing the other ones I’ve got laying around in the reject pile.

      3. Good idea. There is quite literally no time like the present.

  2. Wow. This is just incredible.

    1. Aww, thank you!!

  3. Fantastic, friend. Full of honesty and glittering spite!

    1. Thank you! 🤓

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