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Five Times<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n 1<\/p>\n Mother rubs her eyes at the kitchen table. Says she\u2019s drunk. <\/p>\n 2<\/p>\n I am almost naked under a duvet of dried grass cuttings. <\/p>\n 3<\/p>\n Each night I fling saucepans across the floor to make space. <\/p>\n 4<\/p>\n His evening anger reaches fingers into every room. <\/p>\n 5<\/p>\n A blackbird watches me compound the dusk rain under a holly bush. \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Born in Lincolnshire and currently living in Hertfordshire, Anna Milan<\/strong> is an established copywriter. After a recent bipolar disorder diagnosis, she has rediscovered a love of the way poetry provides a mechanism to share the perspectives of others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Five Times \u00a0 1 Mother rubs her eyes at the kitchen table. Says she\u2019s drunk. The midnight light stares at me, and I wait for the shade of bed. 2 I am almost naked under a duvet of dried grass cuttings. The morning sun warms me in this hidden place, but does […]<\/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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17663","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=17663"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17663\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17664,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17663\/revisions\/17664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe midnight light stares at me, and I wait for the shade of bed.<\/p>\n
\nThe morning sun warms me in this hidden place, but does not tell.<\/p>\n
\nBut there\u2019s never enough time, and I can\u2019t fit into the cupboard.<\/p>\n
\nThey pull me back through closed doors, towards him.<\/p>\n
\nShe wonders if I have food for her, or if I\u2019ve become a threat.<\/p>\n