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Therapy Time<\/strong><\/p>\n This time after the morning I can tell that you are looking for The silent moments are awkward. I have no idea. No more sex for awhile until we Another has been injected into Winter beyond the windows He even suggested that it might be I remember that it was never me A friend will help me move my things. To go into the red dust the frantic automatic weapons <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ralph Monday<\/strong> is Associate Professor of English at Roane State Community College in Harriman, TN., and has published hundreds of poems in over 100 journals. A chapbook, All American Girl and Other Poems<\/em>, was published in July 2014. A book Empty Houses and American Renditions<\/em> was published May 2015 by Aldrich Press. A Kindle chapbook Narcissus the Sorcerer<\/em> was published June 2015 by Odin Hill Press.\u2028 Website: http:\/\/www.ralphmonday.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Therapy Time This time after the morning rituals for the day, you turn your back, button your blouse, no glimpse of even your bra. New maneuver. I can tell that you are looking for words, but don\u2019t know how to find them, like crows pecking at eyes in a cornfield. The silent […]<\/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-11703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11703","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=11703"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11705,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11703\/revisions\/11705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nrituals for the day, you turn your
\nback, button your blouse, no
\nglimpse of even your bra. New
\nmaneuver.<\/p>\n
\nwords, but don\u2019t know how to
\nfind them, like crows pecking at
\neyes in a cornfield.<\/p>\n
\nFinally you say my therapist has
\nsaid it\u2019s ok to talk about this.<\/p>\n
\nJust watch the drapes rake
\nacross the glass where the moon
\nand dim stars follow the west.<\/p>\n
\ncan sort all this out. Part of my
\ntherapy.<\/p>\n
\nmy flesh without inoculation.<\/p>\n
\nwhere singing has stopped in
\nthe tops of bare trees.<\/p>\n
\nbest if I move out for a time, just a
\nbit, you know.<\/p>\n
\nwho wanted to soil the untrampled
\nsnow, never me who wanted to
\nmake prints on the virgin blankness, to
\nbe in the snow without touching, to know
\npurity without pause.<\/p>\n
\nDon\u2019t want to bother you. Just a bit, you
\nknow.<\/p>\n
\non a burgundy oak leaf,
\nthis coming of age, our
\nknowledge such as it was,<\/p>\n
\nlong ago unleashed.<\/p>\n