A playful and euphemistic poem about masculinity and the festering, phallic fear of sexual inadequacy
Straight Up
When she grasped what I considered big,
stuttered Is that it?
I fumbled with the zip.
For a decade I thought myself unfit,
destined to drift
with lads unable to get onto the pitch.
Until I was referred to a page-turner
for the inadequate,
What men can do with or without it.
which I believe is strapped on like this.
This week’s poem comes from Owen Gallagher’s third collection, A Good Enough Love, recently published by Salmon Poetry.
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When she grasped what I considered big,
stuttered Is that it?
I fumbled with the zip.
For a decade I thought myself unfit,
destined to drift
with lads unable to get onto the pitch.
Until I was referred to a page-turner
for the inadequate,
What men can do with or without it.
which I believe is strapped on like this.
This week’s poem comes from Owen Gallagher’s third collection, A Good Enough Love, recently published by Salmon Poetry.
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