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Evaporating

Absence

By Harper LewisPublished 5 months ago 1 min read

His limp hand rests

Almost casually

On the slope of my breast.

My heart has never heard drum solos

And I have no desire for him

To be honest or sincere.

My soul doesn’t scream

In his distance or proximity.

I don’t care about security

And I will not have him

In my river.

When he lies with me,

I’m indifferent,

Evaporating

in shallow theatrical moans.

There is no fire

So he brings no water.

And I wonder,

Who is this woman,

loitering in my body

With a man she doesn’t love.

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About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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