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you have to eat<\/strong> in the evening then i eat the night with chopsticks <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Originally from North Wales, Roddy Williams<\/strong> lives and works in London. His poetry has recently appeared in The North, Magma, The Frogmore Papers, South Poetry and<\/em> other magazines. He is a keen surrealist photographer and painter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" you have to eat she cries if i do not eat so i eat the breakfast i eat the clouds, i eat my words letter by letter scooped with gravy onto a knife. i eat a sandwich she’s prepared and the plate. i eat some lunch. in the evening we eat a chicken […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12393","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12393","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=12393"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12393\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13207,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12393\/revisions\/13207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12393"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12393"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12393"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nshe cries if i do not eat
\nso i eat the breakfast
\ni eat the clouds, i eat my words
\nletter by letter
\nscooped with gravy onto a knife.
\ni eat a sandwich she’s prepared
\nand the plate.
\ni eat some lunch.<\/p>\n
\nwe eat a chicken together
\nand i eat the local paper and the stars
\nslowly chomp the stories about
\na newsagent and a sex scandal.
\ni eat an ice cream
\nand i eat through time
\nchewing it like an awkward baguette.
\nsome supper appears
\nduring ‘the apprentice’.<\/p>\n
\nbut there is so much of it i swap them for
\na spoon.
\ntoo full to sleep i lie awake
\nand eat the tears
\none by one
\nas they crawl under the door.<\/p>\n