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The Scholar\u2019s Fatigue<\/strong><\/p>\n We dine in a swamp of papery ideas, cornered opinions; <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Karen Hodgson Pryce<\/strong> lives, writes, and roams around the Cairngorms area of Scotland. Her poetry has been published in The Poets\u2019 Republic<\/i>, Mslexia, Open Mouse and Ink, Sweat & Tears.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Scholar\u2019s Fatigue We dine in a swamp of papery ideas, cornered opinions; a spiny call for digestion. When did I first reserve a table for two? Bold and proud you stack up every day ready to chew. In bed you block the covers where another should be exposing my ankles to […]<\/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-13770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13770","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=13770"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13772,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13770\/revisions\/13772"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na spiny call for digestion. When did I first reserve
\na table for two? Bold and proud you stack up every day
\nready to chew. In bed you block the covers
\nwhere another should be
\nexposing my ankles to vast inadequacy.
\nHalf asleep I turn and slap a page awake, disturbed
\nby dust that doesn\u2019t rise from your cool glossy face.
\nSlab by slab, you inch across my pillow, your incessant need
\nto saturate. Allow me to slough off the ken below the nape
\ncontract with silliness, loll in blissful gape.
\nResentment now is tome-thick, neither fulfilling
\nthe warranty on this: to be absorbed and understood.
\nYesterday I pounded you into a cupboard
\nto be ignored as, from time to time, books should.
\nBut still seeps your confident pledge. I will be read.<\/p>\n