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Spiteful days<\/strong><\/p>\n I arrived at the divorce lawyer\u2019s office Deep in the hush As I left, the stoppers fled. spraying my face with staples of cold spit. looking for his life. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tom Sastry<\/strong> is a poet and spoken word artist living in Bristol. He was chosen by Carol Ann Duffy as one of the 2016 Laureate\u2019s Choice poets and his debut pamphlet\u00a0Complicity<\/em>\u00a0was published by Smith\/Doorstop in October 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Spiteful days I arrived at the divorce lawyer\u2019s office a piece of storm-dripping whipped from the street. Deep in the hush of a building too polite to cough my trousers slowly dried. As I left, the stoppers fled. Disappointments hurled themselves from the sky\u2019s black lung spraying my face with staples of […]<\/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-13640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13640","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=13640"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13642,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13640\/revisions\/13642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na piece of storm-dripping
\nwhipped from the street.<\/p>\n
\nof a building too polite to cough
\nmy trousers slowly dried.<\/p>\n
\nDisappointments hurled themselves
\nfrom the sky\u2019s black lung<\/p>\n
\nIt was midday. The streetlights were on.
\nA man was bellowing into a waste bin<\/p>\n
\nBetween one shelter and the next
\nis feral havoc. I must get home.<\/p>\n