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Infidelity<\/strong><\/p>\n Sweet Jesus<\/em>, Matt swears, Some time later he twitches, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jennifer A. McGowan<\/strong> is a disabled poet living in Oxford.\u00a0 Her second chapbook appears later this year from Finishing Line Press.\u00a0 She is a second-generation academic and a third-generation sweet tooth.\u00a0 Her website is www.jenniferamcgowan.com <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Infidelity Sweet Jesus, Matt swears, and collapses on the bed. Somewhere\u2014she can\u2019t remember where\u2014she\u2019d read sex puts men to sleep but wakes women up. She lies, thoughts distinct. Arms behind her head. His breath is sluggish.\u00a0 She considers reading a book.\u00a0 Or\u2014writing one. Three characters take form, do an impromptu minuet.\u00a0 Or […]<\/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-7357","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7357","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=7357"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7361,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7357\/revisions\/7361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7357"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7357"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand collapses on the bed.
\nSomewhere\u2014she can\u2019t remember where\u2014she\u2019d read sex
\nputs men to sleep but wakes women up.
\nShe lies, thoughts distinct.
\nArms behind her head.
\nHis breath is sluggish.\u00a0 She considers
\nreading a book.\u00a0 Or\u2014writing one.
\nThree characters take form,
\ndo an impromptu minuet.\u00a0 Or
\nmaybe the twist.\u00a0 One of them
\nhas another man\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
\nopens his eyes.\u00a0 She rolls to face him.
\nTouches his chin; notes neck, shoulders, clavicle.
\nSleep well?<\/em> he asks.
\nLovely nap, she lies, thinking,
\nPerhaps the other one will have Neal\u2019s hands<\/em>.<\/p>\n