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White Noise<\/strong><\/p>\n You are drunk singing downstairs We had thirteen at dinner today The baby laughs and hand waves to a song The television is stuck on a loop <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rachel Burns<\/strong> has poetry published in Crannog<\/em>, Poetry Salzburg Review,<\/em> Algebra of Owls<\/em> and is anthologized in Poems for Grenfell Tower,<\/em> Poems for the NHS<\/em> and #MeToo<\/em>. She has a poetry pamphlet forthcoming with Vane Women Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" White Noise You are drunk singing downstairs and I\u2019m reading a book by Deborah Levy in bed. I\u2019m inspired, it makes me want to buy an electric bike and wish I had a friend who\u2019d loan me use of her shed to write & offer me Havana rum. I can hear 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-19094","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19094","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=19094"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19252,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19094\/revisions\/19252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand I\u2019m reading a book by Deborah Levy in bed.
\nI\u2019m inspired, it makes me want to buy an electric bike
\nand wish I had a friend who\u2019d loan me use of her
\nshed to write & offer me Havana rum. I can hear
\nthe song from the musical playing intermittently
\non a loop. A happy-clappy, golden era song
\ndesigned to cheer people up after the war
\nand it reminds me of the films I watched
\nwith my grandfather as a child.<\/p>\n
\ntwelve chairs and a high chair
\nand I tried not to be superstitious
\neven when your mother refused to pull
\nthe wishbone. I know she passes on making a wish
\nevery year and it has nothing to do with the cancer
\nor chemo or being sick.<\/p>\n
\nshe remembers\u00a0and everyone laughs
\nand hand waves with her
\nso she does it even more.<\/p>\n
\nthe trailer from the musical, playing over and over
\nhappy-clappy, golden era.
\nI should go down and switch it off
\nbut I\u2019m scared of the white noise.<\/p>\n