Stephanie L. Harper’s poem sizzles!
Reach
Reach for me, for I am
not made of this
fleshy shell; I am deeper.
Reach to the beyond-bone of me,
to the warm & ancient
dark of me.
Find where all my unsaying
resides & swells nameless,
& with your tongue, teach me
to speak. Reach
into the buried of me, stoke
& survey the embers
of my death-preceded devouring,
score my borders,
& till my soil nitrogenous.
Then let me be a sieve for your waters,
& for the salt of your deep,
the belly of hope.
O at the Edges 
Darling, where is the part to take a cold shower… Suddenly it’s getting very hot in here..
Hot in Herre Nelly
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It is a bit warm.
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OK, now i’m lost!
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A state I’m all to familiar with!
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Goosebumpy write up ✨👌
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It is, indeed. You should read her other work!
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Stephanie smashing it as usual.
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Would we expect any less?
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Only if geese migrated underwater & toilets flushed upwards & God stuck a middle digit out cumulonimbus & chuckled heartily.
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I would accept less under those conditions!
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the ancient dark of me… loved it
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It’s a great line. One among many, in this poem alone.
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really nice poem
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Stephanie is one of my favorite poets. She rocks!
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Wow! This one is such a mesmerized poem. I loved it!
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You’re very kind. Thank you!
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She always does!
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That is so true!
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