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Stick Dance<\/strong><\/p>\n I’m caked in history, upside down on your street, I come clean, blow a path through talcum powder you are provoked into fury. I’m afraid it won\u2019t be We roll in coffee grains, smelling so good I smear myself in vaseline and am arrested <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Karen Little<\/strong>‘s poems and short stories have recently been published in over forty magazines and anthologies, including Best of Manchester Poets, Southern Pacific Review, <\/em>and Under the Radar<\/em> magazine. Her novella Filled with Ghosts<\/em> was published in December 2015 and is available on Amazon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Stick Dance I’m caked in history, upside down on your street, my silhouette cutting singers in black and white, dizzy between the trees, amassing description. I come clean, blow a path through talcum powder and cheap hotel bars of soap, use chicken bones to lure you, but it isn\u2019t high school 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-11722","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11722","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=11722"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11726,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11722\/revisions\/11726"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmy silhouette cutting singers in black and white,
\ndizzy between the trees, amassing description.<\/p>\n
\nand cheap hotel bars of soap, use chicken bones
\nto lure you, but it isn\u2019t high school and<\/p>\n
\nplayed out when my tap shoes confront your
\nsteel-capped boots in the elbows of corridors.<\/p>\n
\nI decide to repeat this game with subsequent lovers,
\nto scatter coffee in all of my rooms.<\/p>\n
\nwhen I use you without permission
\nin my stick dance, my stroll dance.<\/p>\n