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Dust<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roberta James<\/strong>\u2019 poems have been published in magazines and she was on board of Magma Poetry for 10 years. She works in television and tweets at @robertawriter<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dust Kitchen grease grimed you into blinds, their venetian slats. With bowls of steaming hot water, dirt-cut of citrus fresh, I wipe you off wood, window panes, all the frames. I vacuum sofas dusted with your skin, run my finger across the table surface, carve a curve in its soft skim, stare […]<\/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-10550","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10550","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=10550"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10550\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10552,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10550\/revisions\/10552"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10550"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10550"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10550"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nKitchen grease grimed you into blinds,
\ntheir venetian slats. With bowls of steaming
\nhot water, dirt-cut of citrus fresh, I wipe you
\noff wood, window panes, all the frames.
\nI vacuum sofas dusted with your skin,
\nrun my finger across the table surface,
\ncarve a curve in its soft skim, stare
\nat the new space, its intricate trace.
\nI am the mover of fluff that floats,
\npiles to the floor, dances in a draught.
\nI brush it up, shake dusters and brooms
\nout the back.\u00a0 Cells billow, catching a gust.
\nThe wind shifts unseen. Nothing remains,
\nbut me.<\/p>\n