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My glass-bottomed feet<\/strong><\/p>\n are happiest in water, especially the sea, On cold, clear nights I sometimes lie Then you scratch your name and God You always know if I\u2019m telling the truth. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gary Jude<\/strong> is from London. He has been living in Bern, Switzerland for many years. He works in advertising. He has previously had poems published, including in The Interpreters House, Poetry Salzburg, Ink Sweat & Tears<\/em> and Orbis.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My glass-bottomed feet are happiest in water, especially the sea, and glow a deep aquarium blue. Little fish kiss the O of their open-mouthed reflections. On cold, clear nights I sometimes lie on the lawn and point the soles of my feet to the stars, till the glass frosts. Then you scratch […]<\/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-19085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19085","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=19085"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19085\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19234,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19085\/revisions\/19234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand glow a deep aquarium blue. Little fish
\nkiss the O of their open-mouthed reflections.<\/p>\n
\non the lawn and point the soles of my feet
\nto the stars, till the glass frosts.<\/p>\n
\nknows what on them. You joke
\nhow you can see right through me.<\/p>\n
\nSometimes I pull down the blinds,
\nstay in bed for days in the same black socks.<\/p>\n