ODE TO OVEREXTENDERS (Poem)
ODE TO OVEREXTENDERS
By Farah Lawal Harris, 2024
I start to overextend;
a raspy voice over my right shoulder yells:
“Girl, save yourself!”
I shudder, turn and hug her,
ethereal spiritual combination
of mother, child, and lover:
3 generations of self-veneration.
I remove my silk cape and put it down,
sit my pretty ass down
and finally rest!