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Mornings<\/strong><\/p>\n I am downstairs in the kitchen, I set my bowl and spoon on the table. I flatten the left side of my ribs I hold the metal spoon in my teeth. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0S.E. Miell<\/strong>\u00a0lives in the UK and her hobbies are cuddling her cat and taking long baths<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mornings I am downstairs in the kitchen, my school clothes are cold on me. l pull at a drawer, I open a cupboard. I think you are asleep upstairs. I set my bowl and spoon on the table. I see the cereal in a pool of milk. I move the sugar bowl […]<\/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-19369","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19369","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=19369"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19369\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19530,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19369\/revisions\/19530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19369"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19369"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19369"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmy school clothes are cold on me.
\nl pull at a drawer, I open a cupboard.
\nI think you are asleep upstairs.<\/p>\n
\nI see the cereal in a pool of milk.
\nI move the sugar bowl and hear it scrape.
\nI think you are asleep upstairs.<\/p>\n
\nto the ribs of the radiator.
\nI tight-rope walk my soles along the pipe,
\nI picture you asleep upstairs.<\/p>\n
\nI hold the silence like a wanted gift.
\nI have thirty minutes before me fat with breathing,
\nuntil the radio calls my name with your voice.<\/p>\n