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To Love Thy Neighbour<\/b><\/p>\n
So still, the street. The single patrol car You’ll let them take me away, he’d said, Her eye fell on rubbish that was spilling out <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Looker<\/strong>‘s work has been selected by print journals including Magma<\/em> and Artemis<\/em> (USA), online journals such as Poetry Breakfast<\/em> and two anthologies. The Human Hive<\/em> (Bennison Books, 2015) was selected by the Poetry Library for the UK’s national collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" To Love Thy Neighbour So still, the street. The single patrol car stationary, the team from the hospital standing beyond the trees, the neighbours behind their curtains. And the doctor one foot on the step, frozen. You’ll let them take me away, he’d said, pulling the window shut, his voice burrowing into her […]<\/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-15985","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15985","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=15985"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15985\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16357,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15985\/revisions\/16357"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15985"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15985"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15985"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstationary, the team from the hospital<\/span>
\nstanding beyond the trees, the neighbours<\/span>
\nbehind their curtains. And the doctor<\/span>
\none foot on the step, frozen.<\/span><\/p>\n
\npulling the window shut, his voice<\/span>
\nburrowing into her mind like a weasel,<\/span>
\ndigging out memories of a previous occasion,<\/span>
\nhunting her conscience down.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nfrom the cluttered porch to the patch of garden:<\/span>
\nbottles and cans, wrappers \u2013 and something<\/span>
\nthat was surely the remains of a chicken. Softly,<\/span>
\nI promise I won’t, she said.<\/span><\/p>\n