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Missing Silverware<\/strong><\/p>\n Phantoms annoy my memory palace In other venues in the memory <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n M. G. Stephens<\/strong> is the author of nineteen books, most recently short poems in Occam\u2019s Razor<\/em> (2015). His works include the novel The Brooklyn Book of the Dead; the memoir Lost in Seou<\/em>l; and the essay collection Green Dreams.<\/em> The Brooklyn Rail<\/em> is currently serializing his boxing novel Kid Coole<\/em> over the next year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Missing Silverware Phantoms annoy my memory palace Late at night into early morning light, Streeling through the halls like banshee, they sing Dissonantly and claim to be me Or my siblings or old friends and lovers, Even to aping our gestures, taking Our old dramas and monologues, twisting Them around into new provocations. […]<\/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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10107","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=10107"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10110,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10107\/revisions\/10110"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLate at night into early morning light,
\nStreeling through the halls like banshee, they sing
\nDissonantly and claim to be me
\nOr my siblings or old friends and lovers,
\nEven to aping our gestures, taking
\nOur old dramas and monologues, twisting
\nThem around into new provocations.<\/p>\n
\nPalace, antique butlers and maids are dimmed
\nBy senility, recalling nothing
\nOf past events in the ancient dining
\nHall, claiming to have no memory of
\nThe rococo world inside of these rooms.<\/p>\n