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Impacts<\/strong><\/p>\n It happens next summer when the car in front turns left <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joe Carrick-Varty<\/strong> is a writer based in Manchester whose work has appeared in Crannog Magazine, PN Review, <\/em>and The Interpreter’s House<\/em> amongst other places. In January 2018 he was named one of Eyewear’s 50 Best New British and Irish Poets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Impacts It happens next summer when the car in front turns left at the motel sign and a doe notices just in time to blink and a man with a bag of beers looks but doesn\u2019t slow any. Or tonight, when I wake to your naked arm cold and too heavy so my […]<\/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-16700","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16700","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=16700"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16700\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16705,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16700\/revisions\/16705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nat the motel sign and a doe notices just in time
\nto blink and a man with a bag of beers looks
\nbut doesn\u2019t slow any.
\nOr tonight, when I wake
\nto your naked arm cold and too heavy
\nso my breath holds as I pretend not to feel, pretend
\nI didn\u2019t catch its eye and, for a second
\nconsider braking left
\non a year I\u2019m yet to live. It happens
\non a bridge over a train track, a father back for a weekend, a son
\npropped on the railings
\narms in a V, altogether unaware of the light\u2019s red to amber,
\nthe freight around the bend, its horn
\nan impact that will whoosh through him, keep him
\nquiet all the way home
\nup there on his father\u2019s shoulders.<\/p>\n