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Tantrum at the hypermarche checkout and maybe it will deposit them down there.<\/em> like mother and child emitting particles Give me a ship that that travels west <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ruth Aylett<\/strong> is joint author of the pamphlet Handfast<\/em> (Mother\u2019s Milk) and has been published by The North, Prole and Interpreter\u2019s House<\/em> among others. She lives in Edinburgh where she works with robots and AI. More at http:\/\/www.macs.hw.ac.uk\/~ <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Geneva Tantrum at the hypermarche checkout a mother rigid with shame wishes the plastic floor would swallow them both, and maybe it will deposit them down there. Under their feet indifferent to boundaries a twenty mile wide ring collides protons like mother and child emitting particles examines their properties, red-faced tears furious shrieks […]<\/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-17132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17132","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=17132"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17133,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17132\/revisions\/17133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGeneva<\/strong><\/p>\n
\na mother rigid with shame wishes
\nthe plastic floor would swallow them both,<\/p>\n
\nUnder their feet indifferent to boundaries
\na twenty mile wide ring collides protons<\/p>\n
\nexamines their properties, red-faced tears
\nfurious shrieks hidden structures
\nOutside cigales rattle into evening percussion
\nfor a song played by a cooling landscape
\nafter a day of summer hammering<\/p>\n
\nacross the lake, my back to the moon
\nface towards the land of the young<\/p>\n