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Partners in Sadness<\/strong><\/p>\n I cut our white sheets into rabbits. I tried to make breakfast in bed This was everything and enough for you When you cried, I thought that hurt was mine. a whole minute you stared, whispered “I only need you here”. Pulled on each of their little hairs so they popped, You were with me but so was Depression. Stephanie Farnsworth<\/strong> is a queer poet, activist and charity worker based in the North East of England. Her focus on identities, particularly of bisexuality and working class backgrounds, have directed most of her poetic works.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Partners in Sadness I cut our white sheets into rabbits. Your mother was terrified. You laughed. Saw only the hopeful and misplaced talent. I tried to make breakfast in bed but you started kissing me and I forgot. You put it out. Didn’t say what could have been. This was everything 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-11373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11373","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=11373"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11375,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11373\/revisions\/11375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYour mother was terrified.
\nYou laughed. Saw only the hopeful and misplaced talent.<\/p>\n
\nbut you started kissing me and I forgot.
\nYou put it out. Didn’t say what could have been.<\/p>\n
\nand I kept chasing dust.
\nThat peace…I couldn’t accept.<\/p>\n
\nThen you smiled and I was once more a child.
\nIn your boredom, I grabbed my uke and made (bad) music,<\/p>\n
\nHad to stop chasing. Took the time to be still.
\nIn my doubts, you called the pixies out.<\/p>\n
\nended bald and ugly like a potato.
\nThey could but glare, we could but giggle.<\/p>\n
\nWe slogged at it day by day.
\nMy regular regeneration.<\/p>\n