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Dear –<\/p>\n
or, maybe not dear. Or dear, as addressed<\/span> I\u2019m done.<\/p>\n Come and pick up your things. Not tomorrow. Now.<\/span> But I\u2019m taking the jokes that no one else gets.<\/span> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Skendha Singh<\/strong> struggled with writing this bio. Strange, since she graduated with an M.Litt in Writing Practice and Study from the University of Dundee and has been writing and editing, since then, for her bread and butter. She currently lives in Delhi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear – or, maybe not dear. Or dear, as addressed to an editor, an employer, a stranger one has business with. But, not a stranger, intimate – like an ex, but not estranged, close as a friend, watchful like a long-nosed neighbour. You are too heavy a consequence. I spin into you […]<\/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-17772","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\/17772","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=17772"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17772\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17775,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17772\/revisions\/17775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17772"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17772"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto an editor, an employer, a stranger one has
\nbusiness with. But, not a stranger, intimate –
\nlike an ex, but not estranged, close
\nas a friend, watchful like a long-nosed
\nneighbour.
\nYou are too heavy a consequence. I spin<\/span>
\ninto you at the blind corner of each second, all
\nmy paper bags ripped, my 200 mill
\nbottles of wishful thinking broken, spilling liqueurs
\non the pavement.
\nAnd you rend my list of family and friends.<\/span>
\nElbow me in the gut then grab my shoulder. No, stop
\nbending over me in kind courtesy and offering
\nto pick up my things, to drop me home in that Eagle
\nwagon of yours which won\u2019t ever brake at the bend.
\nYou tip full cups down the drain,<\/span>
\nand leave your scent lingering.<\/p>\n
\nAs you read this, I\u2019m blotting the echoes
\nof yesterday, all the old voices, like bat
\ndroppings in the basement.
\nBoxing up the old clothes, my parkas, plaid shirt<\/span>
\nsocks: they never made me feel invisible, anyway.
\nI\u2019ve folded your dark clouds, your damp of rain
\nYou\u2019ll find them piled on the balustrade.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd if you seek therapy, we might
\ngo camping, with flasks of coffee, cling to clefts
\nof light culling the canopied woods. We might even
\nbecome friends when I can call you solitude.<\/p>\n