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Looking in on a Six Year Old<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s that time again. The bed is dark. I\u2019ve been learning that face for six years I do well enough to return the door <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Grey<\/strong> is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Midwest Quarterly, Poetry East <\/em>and North Dakota Quarterly<\/em> with work upcoming in South Florida Poetry Journal, Hawaii Review <\/em>and Roanoke Review<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Looking in on a Six Year Old It\u2019s that time again. The time to look into the room. The door\u2019s cracked open slightly but I nudge the entrance slightly wider, make width enough for my eyes. The bed is dark. Wallpaper pixies are darker still. A night light makes a little of […]<\/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-19244","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19244","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=19244"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19340,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19244\/revisions\/19340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe time to look into the room.
\nThe door\u2019s cracked open slightly
\nbut I nudge the entrance slightly wider,
\nmake width enough for my eyes.<\/p>\n
\nWallpaper pixies are darker still.
\nA night light makes a little of that blackness, yellow \u2013
\nwhere hair meets pillow,
\nwhere cheeks burrow down for the night.<\/p>\n
\nbut her sleep is a different lesson,
\nfollowed by a test
\nin how I handle
\nthis early preview of my letting go.<\/p>\n
\nto its original position.<\/p>\n