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Dilection<\/strong><\/p>\n Was it love? I know not. You were a member <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sanjeev Sethi<\/strong> has authored three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer<\/em> (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His poems are in venues around the world: 3:AM Magazine, Morphrog 14, Tower Journal, Peacock Journal<\/em>. He lives in Mumbai, India.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dilection Was it love? I know not. You were a member of my laterigrade moves. Incognito we become ourselves like some of me: sans tags I trudged. It was a phase of intermezzos: petrichor never was as redolent. Love danced, drank, ditched with vigor as it is wont to. Other than that […]<\/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-14400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14400","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=14400"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14401,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14400\/revisions\/14401"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof my laterigrade moves. Incognito we become
\nourselves like some of me: sans tags I trudged.
\nIt was a phase of intermezzos: petrichor never
\nwas as redolent. Love danced, drank, ditched
\nwith vigor as it is wont to. Other than that my
\nmantel is empty. Memories are for monkeys.<\/p>\n