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It is a quite simple thing to be told. They tried to cut it out You can feel it in your bones <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ellie Stewart<\/strong> is a writer based in east London. Her poetry, stories and non-fiction have been published in various places including Popshot Magazine, Hippocampus Magazine <\/em>and The Pygmy Giant.<\/em> You can follow her at @EllieAStewart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The word comes back It is a quite simple thing to be told. laid on the breakfast table, over chequered cloth: a name. the named thing \u2013 it began itself when no one was looking. divided itself while we walked along the streets of the town washed our hair under clear water […]<\/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-12366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12366","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=12366"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12367,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12366\/revisions\/12367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe word comes back<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nlaid on the breakfast table, over chequered cloth:
\na name.
\nthe named thing \u2013
\nit began itself when no one was looking.
\ndivided itself
\nwhile we walked along the streets of the town
\nwashed our hair under clear water
\nfed the cats.<\/p>\n
\nran radiation
\nthrough your veins
\nBut there\u2019s never a going away.<\/p>\n
\nthe dark points dividing as we walk by the roads
\nwhere the water runs.
\nthe street signs tell us
\nsuch simple things
\nand the sky is like the sea,
\nunderneath.<\/p>\n