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The Mathematics of Past and Future Selves\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n There\u2019s a small child sobbing, oppressed in her Sunday best, one eye estranged, dangling free. There\u2019s a shade In the kitchen, china and loose leaf, the wedding service. skitter up the path in a flash of dust. Their eyes are sepia. heroes shadow walk. I think she will be alright, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ali Jones<\/strong>\u2019 work has appeared in The Interpreter\u2019s House, Proletarian Poetry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Snakeskin Poetry, Atrium, Caf\u00e9 Writers, Laldy, \u00a0\u00a0Green Parent<\/em> magazine and The Guardian<\/em>. Her pamphlets Heartwood<\/em> and Omega<\/em> are forthcoming with Indigo Dreams Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Mathematics of Past and Future Selves\u00a0 There\u2019s a small child sobbing, oppressed in her Sunday best, red velvet dress, patent mirrors scuffed. There\u2019s a bear, one eye estranged, dangling free. There\u2019s a shade on the path, looming up in sunlight. They are waiting. In the kitchen, china and loose leaf, the […]<\/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-17670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17670","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=17670"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17818,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17670\/revisions\/17818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nred velvet dress, patent mirrors scuffed. There\u2019s a bear,<\/p>\n
\non the path, looming up in sunlight. They are waiting.<\/p>\n
\nDundee. When they call, she will turn through the years –<\/p>\n
\nYellowed in foxed frames. In the snicket that runs between,<\/p>\n
\nshe looks the strong type, but it\u2019s way too early to tell.<\/p>\n