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Maggie, is that you?<\/strong><\/p>\n Lake house the window doesn’t let in much light taking cover James Diaz,<\/strong> a writer and an activist, lives in upstate New York. His previous publications can be found in Chronogram, Cheap Pop Lit, Ditch, Pismire <\/em>and Collective Exile.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Maggie, is that you? Lake house I feel so glacial inside of your architecture it\u2019s like you don\u2019t know me at all sometimes the window doesn’t let in much light as if we were always destined to meet each other in the dark taking cover the fire gone out not a dry […]<\/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-11008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11008","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=11008"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11010,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11008\/revisions\/11010"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI feel so glacial
\ninside of your architecture
\nit\u2019s like you don\u2019t know me at all
\nsometimes<\/p>\n
\nas if we were always destined to meet each other
\nin the dark<\/p>\n
\nthe fire gone out
\nnot a dry eye in the house
\nbut underneath
\na crust of snow
\nnew planets align
\nand fall short of every last one
\nof our expectations.<\/p>\n