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At Liberty<\/strong><\/p>\n When the world\u2019s not watching I eat barbecue chicken without cutlery, When the world is in a meeting I go to the park, climb up the slide I sing when the world\u2019s not listening, try out harmonies. I finish feeling sorry for itself. When there\u2019s no way the world will know <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jill Abram<\/strong> is Director of Malika’s Poetry Kitchen, a collective encouraging craft, community and development. She grew up in Manchester, travelled the world and now lives in London. Jill created and curates the Stablemates reading series. At Liberty When the world\u2019s not watching I eat barbecue chicken without cutlery, let sauce spread across my cheeks and lick my fingers. I lift my skirt to hitch up my tights with a wiggle, believe this time they won\u2019t slide. I ask out Simon Carr when really I just want to kiss him […]<\/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-14751","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14751","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=14751"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14751\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15104,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14751\/revisions\/15104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14751"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14751"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14751"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlet sauce spread across my cheeks and lick my fingers. I lift my skirt
\nto hitch up my tights with a wiggle, believe this time they won\u2019t slide.
\nI ask out Simon Carr when really I just want to kiss him on the lips.<\/p>\n
\nand down the steps. I drive a lorry under a low bridge to get it stuck
\nand let down the tyres to test a theory. When the world goes on holiday
\nI drive to the city centre, ignore red lights and park where I like.<\/p>\n
\nthe whisky after the world goes home, leave the clearing up
\nand go to bed. When the world gives up I offer one more clue
\nthen reveal the answer. When it asks Why me? I tell it to stop<\/p>\n
\nit\u2019s me, I pull the cord, paint on walls, rob a bank. When the world
\nfalls asleep, I wolf whistle the moon, flash the astronauts,
\ncorral the stars to string into a diamond skipping rope, play.<\/p>\n
\njillabram.co.uk<\/a> @MalikasKitchen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"