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Happi\u2013ness\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n I can map all the rivers in my head. I know their history. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Emily Willis<\/strong> read English at The University of York and is studying an MA in Creative Writing at UEA. She has been published by Caf\u00e9 Writers, winning the Norfolk Prize in the 2016 Competition. She is co-founder of The Narrator<\/a>. Blog: emilywillisblog.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Happi\u2013ness\u2014 I can map all the rivers in my head. I know their history. How many bodies they\u2019ve carried. The cities they cut through. I know the dates this one flooded the abutments of the Pont Alexandre and reached for the wrists of nymphs. When it distends like this it is searching […]<\/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-15236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15236","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=15236"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15236\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15316,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15236\/revisions\/15316"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15236"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15236"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15236"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHow many bodies they\u2019ve carried. The cities they cut through.
\nI know the dates this one flooded
\nthe abutments of the Pont Alexandre
\nand reached for the wrists of nymphs.
\nWhen it distends like this it is
\nsearching for salt. For sweat, or
\nit wants
\nI am buoyant again stepping into this<\/span>
\nglass lift \u2013 what if aeroplanes were made of glass?
\nThat was the last thought before this anaemic body le\u2013
\nft the brain behind on level one
\nwhere I\u2019d seen roses
\nhung across the river, rock
\n\u2013ing. At the top, was just a giddy la\u2013
\nck that lurched out onto metal steps and
\na medial pulse between the railings
\nWhen I came down from the Tower<\/span>
\na man with a gun pointed at a petal floating
\nand I thought of the way that water fills
\nitself\u2014the florist held out a glass and I dr\u2014
\nank this what\u2014we\u2014take
\n\u2014in that passes through us<\/p>\n