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When I die<\/strong><\/p>\n When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Charlie Hill<\/strong> is a writer from Birmingham. He has written two critically acclaimed novels, a novella and a pamphlet of short stories. His poetry has appeared in the magazines Under the Radar and Prole and the webzine Ink, Sweat and Tears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I die When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough that I can leave something to those I cherish: my recipe for chipotle sauce, a lily or two, perhaps some worldly pith on love, or booze. When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough that […]<\/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-15276","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15276","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=15276"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15276\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15402,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15276\/revisions\/15402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat I can leave something to those I cherish:
\nmy recipe for chipotle sauce, a lily or two,
\nperhaps some worldly pith on love, or booze.<\/p>\n
\nthat I can share my pique, my morbid shame,
\nthe regrets of a life lived bursting, straining
\nat its bounds and yes, complicit and bowed down too.<\/p>\n
\nthat I can go into the nothing grasping a handful
\nof this gloriously shitty earth, cocking a blasphemous and
\nunhappy snook at your piety and grace.<\/p>\n