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The Prize<\/strong><\/p>\n Until it arrives I have yet to learn we junior girls still wear scrubbed knees to the headmaster as his great tongue We’ve been shown how each of us how to curtsey as this pedigree man the polite way\u00a0to thank him. Still like a wave, rising from pelvis to chest the doxycycline-buy.com\/<\/a> smell of currency on his breath to my ear, the fear in my mouth The weight of the ribbon tied box I unknot my satins and hold in my hands <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ruth Steadman<\/strong>\u2019s poetry has been published in The High Window<\/em>, New Boots and Pantisocracies<\/em>, on the Royal Academy\u2019s blog, and is forthcoming in Popshot Magazine<\/em>. She lives in London and works as a CBT Therapist in private practice. \u00a0Website: ruthsteadman.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Prize Until it arrives I have yet to learn to knot my tie like the sixth form girls \u2013 we junior girls still wear scrubbed knees open to the speech day sun, faces raised to the headmaster as his great tongue enunciates all that it is we have earned. We’ve been […]<\/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-16656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16656","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=16656"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16657,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16656\/revisions\/16657"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto knot my tie like the sixth form girls \u2013<\/p>\n
\nopen to the speech day sun, faces raised<\/p>\n
\nenunciates all that it is we have earned.<\/p>\n
\nwill be called up to the stage in turn<\/p>\n
\nlays his gift in our palms, rehearsed<\/p>\n
\nwhen it is time, my surname sounds<\/p>\n
\nas I step out to the dais. Then<\/p>\n
\nas the headmaster leans in close<\/p>\n
\nlike some sort of silence, or loss.<\/p>\n
\nis surprisingly warm.<\/p>\n
\nmy accent \u2013 this taut, fleshy thing.<\/p>\n