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Being Punk

written by: Jessica Evans



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

Jessica Evans

Jessica Evans

Jessica Evans is a Cincinnati native. She has earned an MFA from Spalding University. Her work has appeared in various journals including Gravel, Scissors & Spackle, and the Avalon Literary Review. Her forthcoming novel, Hippie Mafia, will be published next year. She lives at the base of a mountain range.
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