Sam Frome – Emerging from the edge.

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Sam is a young Poetess who recently relocated to the wilds of Colorado. She describes her political affiliation as “silly hippie communism”.

“Waiting”

Waiting
for your company
is like
getting through
the last 45 minutes
of a shift
at McDonald’s…

Only,
when you get here,
I don’t smell
like french fry grease.

Sam Frome ©2013

“Suitcase”

Sometimes
while I sit on the porch
here
and smoke cigarettes,
I close my eyes
and pretend
I am home.
But this seat
is too comfortable
and when children laugh
and birds sing
the echoes
are not the same.
There is no piece
of what I know
here
that I did not unpack
from a suitcase.

Sam Frome ©2013

“One Hell”

On any day
she
is a stranger
to me
and to forget her
is impossible
only because I already have
until
on dark nights
and bright mornings
and cloudy afternoons she
drips
down my throat
tastes
like an angel
ethereal
and whatnot
grabs my brain
by the stem
picks it
like a lily
she rips
my roots
out
cuts me
at an angle because
clearly
I belong
in the vase on her
nightstand where
my withering can be appreciated.

Sam Frome ©2013