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Fallout<\/strong><\/p>\n It worries me that she shagged him on his desk<\/em>. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lee Nash<\/strong>‘s poems have appeared in print and online journals including Acorn, Ambit, Angle<\/i>, Magma, Mezzo Cammin, Orbis<\/i>, Poetry Salzburg Review<\/i>, Sentinel Literary Quarterly<\/i>, The Heron’s Nest<\/i> and The Lake<\/i>. Her poetry collection Ash Keys<\/i> is published by Flutter Press. leenashpoetry.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fallout It worries me that she shagged him on his desk. I think of her bad back. I think it may not be that bad. I think that this only happens in Cosmo and that thought makes me feel naive. I think there is something wrong with me \u2013 I have not […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-16650","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16650","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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16650"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16650\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16901,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16650\/revisions\/16901"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16650"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16650"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16650"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI think of her bad back. I think it may not be that bad.
\nI think that this only happens in Cosmo<\/em>
\nand that thought makes me feel naive.
\nI think there is something wrong with me \u2013
\nI have not shagged anyone on a desk (so far).
\nI worry over the details. If it was daytime.
\nIf his secretary was at her<\/em> desk. If the door was locked.
\nWas my file on the desk at the time? Her file?
\nWas this the first and only time on the desk?
\nIf she could be more precise, was it up against the desk<\/em>?
\nThis is the desk I sat down at in my hour of need.
\nSomehow I feel betrayed. She implies I am jealous.
\nWe are so different. By now she has ordered a steak.<\/p>\n