by Craig Sherborne •
It’s before I got the wandering eye.
I daydream I’ve already left:
without her each morning I’d be able to wake,
stretch in bed-warmth, blink used to light, not lie
feigning sleep in case she cradles my back,
her lap flexing for my elbow to lift
to take her arm onto my chest. I keep still
until she shadow-dresses upon the wall.
From the New Issue
Gender
What Is Wrong with Men by Jessa Crispin & The Male Complaint by Simon James Copland
by Tom Ryan
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