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the end of the night<\/strong> the thighs of my skinny vodka are barely covered we stagger against an Irish February towards the your breath is lager and I can taste cigarette ash there is no shelter from what you say next \u2013<\/p>\n I watch as you walk back up the hill I want to scoop myself back into a plastic bucket but my heart hammers cracked like a useless pink spade \u2013 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Olga Dermott<\/strong> is from Northern Ireland. A former Warwick Poet Laureate and member of Room 204, she has had poetry and flash fiction published in a range of magazines including Rattle Magazine, Magma, Paper Swans Press<\/em> and Under the Radar.<\/em> the end of the night Think you there was or might be such a man \/ As this I dreamed of? (Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II) the thighs of my skinny vodka are barely covered with Coke, short-skirted sugar in my mouth, this nightclub is a fermented kingdom of clay; you […]<\/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-16730","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16730","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=16730"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16730\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16733,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16730\/revisions\/16733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16730"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16730"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16730"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThink you there was or might be such a man \/ As this I dreamed of?<\/em>
\n(Antony and Cleopatra<\/em>, Act V Scene II)<\/p>\n
\nwith Coke, short-skirted sugar in my mouth,
\nthis nightclub is a fermented kingdom of clay;
\nyou take my hand
\n we are suddenly outside<\/span>
\nI am shivering inside my hurried jacket,
\nthrobbing music aches like a distant hangover<\/p>\n
\nseafront where this night wind is tight, black as liquorice
\nchewing at my ankles
\nlamp posts rattle as we stand close to them<\/span>
\nboats clink and roll like empty beer bottles<\/span>
\nagainst the harbour wall<\/span><\/p>\n
\nfeathered, settling
\non my lip as a dying bird,<\/span><\/p>\n
\ntornadoes spill from your pockets<\/span>
\nwhistling whilst<\/span>
\nI gulp against this pitch<\/span><\/p>\n
\nthese wet cloying clumps are stuck in my throat and eyes and everywhere
\nso I stand in the rain, bladderwrack hair,
\nsalt gusts are dirty ropes flaying my face,
\nlow clouds have drunk too much of the sea<\/p>\n
\nsandcastles of what I wanted to say to you collapsed against my ribs<\/p>\n
\n@olgadermott<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"