I HAVE THE POWER



It’s a matter of alignment 
you say as you pass through the wall 
not magic
but frequency 
Brushing the atoms from you 
like plaster
you slip into me 
I believe you 
I am a woman
I have the power of opening
You however must cup your hands in prayer 
in order to receive
match resonance with the right mantram 
with something other than chance 
(Flattery is known to help) 
That’s how The Red Sea parted

No one disappears into thin air 
They just live beside us 
in other songs

You reach under the hood of my pelvis 
like Houdini's last attempt
at something there is no way out of






a poem by Lea Harper