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Aubade<\/strong><\/p>\n The sun gives the curtain the look of love, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Patrick Wright<\/strong> has a poetry pamphlet, Nullaby<\/em>, published by Eyewear. His poems have been published in the Best New British and Irish Poet<\/em>s anthology, judged by Maggie Smith. He has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Aubade The sun gives the curtain the look of love, its light through a bride\u2019s organza, as I leave your rapid eyes and wonder how far you\u2019ve gone with the tramadol. Somewhere you\u2019re lucid, scaring yourself I\u2019ll leave you. The meds prolong the limen between what\u2019s real and not, as I rehearse […]<\/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-16407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16407","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=16407"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16408,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16407\/revisions\/16408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nits light through a bride\u2019s organza,
\nas I leave your rapid eyes and wonder
\nhow far you\u2019ve gone with the tramadol.
\nSomewhere you\u2019re lucid, scaring yourself
\nI\u2019ll leave you.
\nThe meds prolong the limen between<\/span>
\nwhat\u2019s real and not, as I rehearse words
\nto reassure. We are only six hours
\nfrom the rush of oxytocin, from a feeling
\neverything\u2019s okay. Yet where you are
\nis dysphoric again.
\nI can tell from the way you blink<\/span>
\nout of your paradoxical sleep
\nand then come a litany of nightmares.
\nThey sound like flomaxbuyonline.com<\/a> times I\u2019ve overdosed
\non valerian \u2014 less so a narrative
\nthan a kaleidoscope of selves.
\nI kiss you through your fringe,<\/span>
\nsay all is sweet, repeat, know this
\nand a tisane should do the trick.
\nYet our thoughts collect from separate
\npillows, where we ring-fence the fear,
\nas we turn each night and jilt each other.<\/p>\n