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by Stephanie L. Harper

because     suddenly     you see

the whole universe is yet to be

uncovered     you lift


the lid & add precisely one and a half

teaspoons of photons to the black vat

of atoms nattering themselves into a froth—


& because with the heat they generate

you could boil


an egg (such as     say

the calcium-bound     alimentary plasma

of an embryonic chicken


or even one of the kiln-fired variety

that you might decide to glaze

with a tie-dye motif from the invisible


light spectrum     cajoling it to appear



the dense infinity of which tricks

your brain into believing the secret

of simmeringin a wood-smoke-redolent

reduction of souls

(the one that tastes like honey is your very own)


now makes you this cobalt curl of steam

finally climbing into the identity you’ve been


fancying for all eternity:

a heart thrumming crimson

trumpet-flowers & indigo buntings


born knowing meaning

is forged in the vacuum

of a dragon’s breath

About the Author

Stephanie L. Harper holds an M.A. in German literature from the University of Wisconsin - Madison, and will begin studies in the M.F.A. in Creative Writing program at Butler University in the fall of 2019. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, author of the chapbooks, *This Being Done* (Finishing Line Press) and *The Death's-Head's Testament* (Main Street Rag), and recently judged the 2019 AWP Intro Journals Prize in Poetry. Her poems appear in Slippery Elm, Isacoustic*, Panoply, Eclectica, Underfoot Poetry, Cathexis Northwest, and elsewhere.

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