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After-taste<\/strong><\/p>\n There were three cakes. He held out a small piece, I took it carefully between my lips To avoid crumbs falling he set a slice on a paper napkin I was in awe. I placed it on my lap he had ever said, crumb after crumb <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Angu\u00e9<\/strong> writes in French and English; work in both languages has been published and is forthcoming in literary journals on line and in print. She was long-listed for the Erbacce Prize 2018. She is currently putting together two collections.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After-taste There were three cakes. We still talked then. He held out a small piece, raised it to my mouth to taste. I took it carefully between my lips and acquiesced. To avoid crumbs falling on the skirt I wore, he set a slice on a paper napkin with such delicate attention I […]<\/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-19545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19545","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=19545"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19547,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19545\/revisions\/19547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWe still talked then.<\/p>\n
\nraised it to my mouth to taste.<\/p>\n
\nand acquiesced.<\/p>\n
\non the skirt I wore,<\/p>\n
\nwith such delicate attention<\/p>\n
\nFrom his hand to mine<\/p>\n
\nand, like each word<\/p>\n
\npicked up<\/p>\n
\nwith a damp fingertip.<\/p>\n