Liberation?
- Deepa Rajan

- Mar 6
- 1 min read
by Deepa Rajan
It feels so so so good
to be liberated.
Who needs romance when

I can have a nice fuck
without the extra effort,
without the dinners and flowers,
without the weight of obligation.
It’s just a body:
skin and bones and genitals,
a hole or two or three.
In the midst of carnal rapture
it’s hard to remember the person,
but that’s alright, I like things casual.
I feel sorry for the shackled folks
who still think that the joining of bodies
is some Grand Event.
No. Practically speaking
it’s no more special than
fun yoga or a
sweaty tennis match or a
pleasurable Handshake.
At last, I feel so free -
Sex means nothing to me.
***

Deepa Rajan is a scientist and writer living in San Francisco. She holds a PhD in Cell Biology from the University of California, San Francisco. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The B’K Magazine, Synapse, Toil and Trouble Lit Mag, Rough Diamond Poetry, The Poet Heroic, Suburban Witchcraft Mag, and Corporeal. Some of her musings and discoveries are on X: @DeepaHRajan




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