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Love Child of a Curtain Twitcher<\/strong><\/p>\n She tiptoes on the high wire antennas <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Grant Tarbard<\/strong> is an editorial assistant for Three Drops From A Cauldron and a reviewer. His new collection Rosary of Ghosts<\/em> (Indigo Dreams) is published this year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Love Child of a Curtain Twitcher She tiptoes on the high wire antennas sprouting between the houses, I view her perilous weaving dance through the lattice of my peephole. The devil\u2019s in her cape of hips, little revolutions tumble out of her toes, not a spot of pudding can be traced, all […]<\/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-14485","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14485","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=14485"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14485\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14487,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14485\/revisions\/14487"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nsprouting between the houses, I view her
\nperilous weaving dance through the lattice
\nof my peephole. The devil\u2019s in her cape
\nof hips, little revolutions tumble
\nout of her toes, not a spot of pudding
\ncan be traced, all bone, all marrow composed
\nof snarls, barking at aeroplanes. I breathe
\nheavy with dreams of lightly dancing on
\na summer’s eve with a girl of breeding.
\nHer hair, enclosed in a bushel of fire
\nilluminates the dark acts that may come.
\nSex, her scarred pelvis weaving gypsy moths.
\nForsaken, crows lay pebbles on her eyes.<\/p>\n