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Mate Choice<\/strong><\/p>\n You didn’t ask me to marry you in words, I told you marriage was Darwin’s joke, We would have birthed a master race, I would like to save the earth from drowning, I feed seas with my genes, when oceans rise <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jessica Mookherjee<\/strong> is a poet from Wales, all over London and now Kent. She has poems published in Ink,Sweat and Tears, Antiphon, Agenda, Prole, Interpreter’s House, The Journal, Amaryllis, Gold Dust <\/em>and The Poetry Shed.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mate Choice You didn’t ask me to marry you in words, your arms thick as branches kept me to you. Blocking me in. I told you marriage was Darwin’s joke, dismissing us, what we could become. Pleased at how clever I was. We would have birthed a master race, produced strong and […]<\/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-10889","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10889","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=10889"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10892,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10889\/revisions\/10892"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyour arms thick as branches
\nkept me to you. Blocking me in.<\/p>\n
\ndismissing us, what we could become.
\nPleased at how clever I was.<\/p>\n
\nproduced strong and hairy kids,
\nthey would have saved the earth from drowning.<\/p>\n
\ngiving in to my ancestors, we would
\nhave raced with our invisible hooves to the end of the world.<\/p>\n
\nfish feed when I die.
\nI would have liked to save the Earth from drowning.<\/p>\n