the men I keep under my bed

“it’s not very feminist to consider myself a mouldy slut
I’ve agency over my body and all that 21st—century shite”

A young woman wakes feeling raw and tender after a one—night stand. She leaves a strange man sleeping in her bed and goes running. Marked by the anxiety of living in a city that does not feel like home, she must face the memories and men kept under her bed.

Praise for Alvy Carragher’s poetry:

“The deliberate and considered syntax and artful pacing unfolds a self, not just a situati...