Being Punk
written by: Jessica Evans
@JEvans_writer
at midnight witching hour
calls her dearest
impending miscarriage of
your truth, ripped
fishnets and pink shaved head
don’t mean she’s homeless
in Kentucky, she listens
for Chuck Taylor footsteps
long shadows descend
staircase of her rubber
soul beat finds pace
your heart swell stops
her moving, night
greasy with offers
bass lines and studded
belts mean more than
rhythm you share
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