{"id":1410,"date":"2008-10-08T07:47:00","date_gmt":"2008-10-08T07:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1410"},"modified":"2008-10-08T07:47:00","modified_gmt":"2008-10-08T07:47:00","slug":"two-shorts-by-alex-keegan-helen-pletts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-shorts-by-alex-keegan-helen-pletts\/","title":{"rendered":"Two shorts – by Alex Keegan & Helen Pletts"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Penis Thinks<\/span>


It is a mistake<\/span>
to think<\/span>
the penis has no muscle<\/span>
or a brain<\/span>
 <\/span>
it wasn\u2019t working out<\/span>
you stopped loving me<\/span>
and my penis knew<\/span>
 <\/span>
before I did.<\/span>


* Alex Keegan says “I'm a full-time writer. This poem 'appeared' between two short<\/span>
stories. For some reason immediately after a shower.”<\/span>


~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>


From the opposite side of the cup<\/span>

 <\/span>
When the hiccups started, we were laughing; joking even. Planning ridiculous cures. I moved around the house, silently, jumping forwards at unexpected moments but your spontaneously heaving ribcage persisted. Initial smiles diluted between us; your face clearly reflecting onlinepharmacies247.com<\/a> 'enough'. Sipping water from the opposite side of the cup also began as a game but soon became a daily ritual, confirming our desperation. I patiently, in a methodical way, mopped up the inevitable spills, in the same methodical way the ambulance staff mopped up your body from the tarmac 310 exasperated days later, with that clever chemical they use to get the blood out of the grey.<\/span>


* Helen Pletts <\/span><\/font>is a regular IS&T contributor. She was born in the UK but now lives in Prague in the Czech Republic<\/font>.<\/span>

<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Penis ThinksIt is a mistaketo thinkthe penis has no muscleor a brain it wasn\u2019t working outyou stopped loving meand my penis knew before I did.* Alex Keegan says “I'm a full-time writer. This poem 'appeared' between two shortstories. For some reason immediately after a shower.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~From the opposite side of the cup When the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1410","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1410"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1410\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}