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Waves<\/strong><\/p>\n I return to the house, I sit on a brick pile near the fence, I leave to the street, walk under the lamplights I imagine the could-haves, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Richy Campbell<\/strong> is based in Manchester. His work has recently appeared in Bunbury, the Transnationalist, and the Live Canon anthology 154. He has performed at Happy Valley Pride (Hebden Bridge), and at Huddersfield Literature Festival.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Waves I return to the house, stare through the grime-smudged windows at chairs on their sides, at the table covered with districts of muck. The backyard\u2019s slabs are mottled with litter, weeds advance through gaps in brick. A cold fetor clouds all from the corner, from refuse sacks that holds water in […]<\/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-14764","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14764","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=14764"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14764\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14766,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14764\/revisions\/14766"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstare through the grime-smudged windows
\nat chairs on their sides,
\nat the table covered with districts of muck.
\nThe backyard\u2019s slabs are mottled with litter,
\nweeds advance through gaps in brick.
\nA cold fetor clouds all from the corner,
\nfrom refuse sacks that holds water in clefts.<\/p>\n
\nhead full of the last time we met.
\nThe silence as our shoulders touched with the last hug,
\nyour large eyes stupefied of their sheen.
\nOur laughter echoes from the bedroom window.
\nThis is what I have of you
\nI see colours project on the curtains
\nif I stare hard enough.<\/p>\n
\nand wonder where you are, in some living room
\nthe silence between the two of you
\ndeafened by the television.<\/p>\n
\nthey ebb from the house,
\nflow out of the road, to you
\nthey break brick from cement, skid cars on roofs,
\nknock your fingers from lampposts
\nthat you grab in the current.<\/p>\n