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All the white rooms<\/strong><\/p>\n My life has become A second home. I have a registered My plump nurse tells me And has had all her teeth removed I think She shows me a barcode with my name and date of birth, and asks for confirmation <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thomas Calder<\/strong> is a young creative with a background in music and film-making.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" All the white rooms My life has become Accustomed, To these clinical rooms Where they take my blood And I am no stranger. A second home. The nurses know my name And my illness These people have become my friends I visit so often. I have a registered Loyalty card \u201cTenth one\u2019s […]<\/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-16736","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16736","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=16736"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16736\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16738,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16736\/revisions\/16738"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAccustomed,
\nTo these clinical rooms
\nWhere they take my blood
\nAnd I am no stranger.<\/p>\n
\nThe nurses know my name
\nAnd my illness
\nThese people have become my friends
\nI visit so often.<\/p>\n
\nLoyalty card
\n\u201cTenth one\u2019s free.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nThrough her lisp
\nThat she has cancer<\/p>\n
\nBut she doesn\u2019t like to be morbid.<\/p>\n
\nHow selfish and small this pain of mine.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cis this you?\u201d.
\nAnd I suppose I should say yes
\nSo I do.
\nNot really knowing what that even means anymore.<\/p>\n