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The Metro After 1AM<\/strong><\/p>\n Each station marks an anonymous arrival. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jack\u00a0Little<\/strong>\u00a0(b. 1987) is a British-Mexican poet, editor and translator based in Mexico City. He is the author of Elsewhere<\/em> (Eyewear, 2015) and is the founding editor of The Ofi Press.\u00a0@JLittleMexico<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Metro After 1AM Each station marks an anonymous arrival. Behind screens, each tunnel descent is metal cold and hot air, cutting deeper into the Earth bright lights blinking on the city\u2019s last bend before the volcanic rock, the lake bed, the resting yard of all trains lined graffiti white, pinked to […]<\/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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19443","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=19443"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19609,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19443\/revisions\/19609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBehind screens, each tunnel descent is metal cold
\nand hot air, cutting deeper into the Earth
\nbright lights blinking on the city\u2019s last bend
\nbefore the volcanic rock, the lake bed,
\nthe resting yard of all trains lined graffiti white,
\npinked to dusk, passing stones all full of yesterday\u2019s kisses
\nempty except for the dream-horses of sleeping commuters.<\/p>\n