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I have a friend who\u2019s dying and it\u2019s all he ever talks about<\/strong><\/p>\n and stepping out into the ant colony trying not to be an ant rubbing the insides and resting gravity on the palm to keep balance then down the steps married to that feeling of feeling<\/p>\n and the stepping and the vibrating that follows the stepping that keeps the palm moist with the gravity and the gravity\u2019s slight push onto the moment above the skin still soaking from the insides still meaty from the rubbing half healed half all in halves half left in half kissing you outside when you\u2019re an ant and ant and andt and something else what is it?<\/p>\n and the feeling of feeling and remembering so very little and stepping out into the ants and the air is so ant and so small ant I want to touch it with euphoric hands busy palms stand still sweating and standing and sweating outside and my isn\u2019t it all symbolic with only gravity doing the rubbing<\/p>\n and isn\u2019t it nice that today I became an ant a long time ago actually – actually I don\u2019t remember<\/p>\n and ant there is so small air what happens if you don\u2019t use your brain properly ant<\/p>\n this is property properly ant and it feels it feels so ant ant it really does<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Klara Feenstra<\/strong> is a poet from London with publications in Metatron, Lighthouse, shufPoetry, SoFloPoJo,<\/em> and others. Her work is invested with phenomenological concerns, how time and memory is recalled, archived, how these urgencies manifest themselves in language about the body.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have a friend who\u2019s dying and it\u2019s all he ever talks about and stepping out into the ant colony trying not to be an ant rubbing the insides and resting gravity on the palm to keep balance then down the steps married to that feeling of feeling and the stepping and […]<\/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-14800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14800","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=14800"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14800\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15157,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14800\/revisions\/15157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}