Sam Rush

Sam Rush is from South Florida and began writing after developing progressive hearing loss and realizing how many words each word could be. They were a finalist at the National Poetry Slam in 2016 as a member of the House Slam team and have had work featured in in The Offing and Drunk in a Midnight Choir. Sam works for a non-profit empowering youth from cultures in conflict.

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My cock & my tits invite 16 year old me to tea in effort to offer advice on the future & don’t bring sandwiches because they know I won’t eat them

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it all changes

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pppppppppppptell him

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not all of it

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ppppppppppppwe haven’t figured out how much

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yet

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ppppppppppppyet

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won’t

ppppppppppppthat changes

you become a marble statue

ppppppppppppone with the nice tits

nice tits & then grow life

ppppppppppppyou’re not flesh so much as stone living

you’re carved perfect & ruin it dancing

ppppppyou sprout peacock ferns in your palms & love with their browning

you cry & moss grows

ppppppppppppsomeone draws you

in the afternoon

pppppppppppp& thinks they bring you home

you cry to see yourself remembered

ppppppppppppdon’t like they way it holds still

you cry & moss grows

ppppppppppppknow your arms by the estuaries carved in them

you’re now scabbing grows your stone to once flesh

ppppppppppppthese are your children

see kid it’s complicated

pppppppppppppcomplicated

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it all changes

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ppppppppppppthe parts you think will stay

& none you think will not

ppppppppppppoh have some tea darling

forgive me for going on

ppppppppppppoh go on you must be petrified

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dear you must

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ppppppppppppyou must darling

you must

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