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Foldout Body<\/strong><\/p>\n My new foldout body, wedged between muscle I fold up, hiding the one The curve is empty I call for layers, they dress for my children, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n K. S. Moore<\/strong>‘s poetry has recently appeared in Southword, The Stinging Fly <\/em>and Crannog.\u00a0<\/em> She has work forthcoming in The Lonely Crowd<\/em>.\u00a0 K. S. Moore’s work has also featured in Ink Sweat and Tears, And Other Poems, <\/em>and The Bohemyth<\/em>.\u00a0http:\/\/ksmoore.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Foldout Body My new foldout body, has bones I can feel and the cold lives easy, wedged between muscle and cartilage, stone-like, my limbs hold winter. I fold up, hiding the one piece of flesh I possess, since having my daughters. The curve is empty of person now, and the self that […]<\/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-17153","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17153","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=17153"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17153\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17154,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17153\/revisions\/17154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhas bones I can feel
\nand the cold lives easy,<\/p>\n
\nand cartilage, stone-like,
\nmy limbs hold winter.<\/p>\n
\npiece of flesh I possess,
\nsince having my daughters.<\/p>\n
\nof person now, and the self
\nthat blossomed in pre-baby years
\nhas emptied and rebuilt twice.<\/p>\n
\nme with sheets and I lie in
\nsympathy, willing sleep,<\/p>\n
\nfor me,
\nfor a soul unstilled.<\/p>\n