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blood lemon<\/strong><\/p>\n your love smells like lemons <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Eloise Hendy<\/strong> is a postgraduate student in Creative Writing at the University of Edinburgh. Her poetry has previously been published by adjacent pineapple, Zarf Poetry, amberflora, The Inkwell, Canvas Journal, <\/em>and Crows Nest Zine.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" blood lemon your love smells like lemons mine like a fishing line i catch in the throat i get tangled and have to be thrown far out and into the water you clean out wounds and cause weeping people do not say their favourite smell is a fishing line people do not […]<\/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-17185","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17185","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=17185"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17185\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17432,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17185\/revisions\/17432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17185"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17185"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmine like a fishing line
\ni catch in the throat i get tangled
\nand have to be thrown far out
\nand into the water
\nyou clean out wounds
\nand cause weeping
\npeople do not say their favourite smell is a fishing line
\npeople do not peel lemons and offer segments to their lovers
\nfactors that determine the choice of line
\ninclude breaking strength
\nand abrasion
\ni find myself hysterical at the beginning of spring
\ni find you sharp
\nand the weeping is unfortunate
\ni must stop being so artlessly culpable
\nmy favourite smell is blue
\nwhen it rains i put my nose to the street
\ni must stop being so openly primal
\nyou squeeze your love into jars
\nand store it safely under the sink
\ni hook mine with bait
\nyou look so innocent i throw you back
\nyou look so innocent i wash all the dishes
\nthese similes must stop being so full of nonsense
\nand so artless and so self-referential
\nall i mean to say is i can\u2019t get this juice out of my eyes
\nor do i mean we sleep in a riverbed
\ni must stop making lists for all my feelings
\ni should start making love and stop sticking barbs in your neck<\/p>\n