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Someone Else<\/strong><\/p>\n The quilt still smells of you, but your bedroom walls <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Maeve Henry<\/strong> was longlisted for the National Poetry Competition 2015.\u00a0Her poems have appeared\u00a0in on-line and print publications, including Mslexia, Prole, <\/em>and Live Canon<\/em>, and more of her poetry and prose can be found on her website, maevehenry.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Someone Else The quilt still smells of you, but your bedroom walls are pocked with blu-tack, football teams all gone. They say you crossed the border, walked into Syria. You will head home, I tell them. As you used to come back from parties, drunk on girls and\u00a0 spliffs. You will come in, […]<\/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-11367","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\/11367","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=11367"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23818,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11367\/revisions\/23818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nare pocked with blu-tack, football teams all gone.
\nThey say you crossed the border, walked into Syria.
\nYou will head home, I tell them. As you used to
\ncome back from parties, drunk on girls and\u00a0 spliffs.
\nYou will come in, yawning, lifting the lids
\nof my saucepans, grabbing a spoon. I will say,
\nyour father is worried.\u00a0 Why are you breaking my heart?
\nIt\u2019s done.\u00a0 It\u2019s broken.\u00a0 I was looking the wrong way,
\nlike the guards at the airport.\u00a0 They caught you on camera,
\nclear as the scan of my womb.\u00a0 Now someone else
\nis being born, a boy with a gun, screaming obscenities.
\nAnd the view from your room is just the same:
\nthat lilac bush, a blackbird, the washing line.<\/p>\n