{"id":13180,"date":"2017-02-01T10:57:13","date_gmt":"2017-02-01T10:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=13180"},"modified":"2017-02-01T11:09:59","modified_gmt":"2017-02-01T11:09:59","slug":"sally-michaelson-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sally-michaelson-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sally Michaelson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sweatshop<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The delivery boy,<br \/>\nawash with cold air, is rolling<br \/>\nThe frozen bales.<\/p>\n<p>The baster\u2019s thread<br \/>\nemerges from the chalk track<br \/>\nand dips back in<\/p>\n<p>like the dolphin he saw<br \/>\nin mid-Atlantic<br \/>\non the passage over.<\/p>\n<p>He tacks the suit<br \/>\nKeeping things together<br \/>\nuntil the finisher<\/p>\n<p>unpicks his stitches. With hands<br \/>\nheavy as his twenty pound iron,<br \/>\nthe presser steams the suit.<\/p>\n<p>Soup and Yiddish are strong as sisal<br \/>\nwhile outside, in Lower East Side,<br \/>\nAmericans say \u201d U boy\u201d and are very tall.<\/p>\n<p>To them the baster is like his suit.<br \/>\na thread away<br \/>\nfrom going hungry or home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"_3oh- _58nk\"><strong>Sally Michaelson<\/strong>\u00a0is a full time conference interpreter in Brussels and mum to a son and daughter. She writes poetry in her spare time and has been published in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.gatehousepress.com\/lighthouse\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Lighthouse<\/em><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Sweatshop The delivery boy, awash with cold air, is rolling The frozen bales. The baster\u2019s thread emerges from the chalk track and dips back in like the dolphin he saw in mid-Atlantic on the passage over. He tacks the suit Keeping things together until the finisher unpicks his stitches. With hands heavy as his [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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-13180","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13180","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13180"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13190,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13180\/revisions\/13190"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}