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Pearl<\/strong><\/p>\n You say, \u2018Hold on to me, You push your feet My body doesn\u2019t know Neither of us understands what? \u2013 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stephanie Limb<\/strong> graduated in English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Warwick in 2003. She worked as an English teacher in secondary schools for several years. She is now working towards an MA in Creative Writing at the University of Nottingham. She lives in Derbyshire with her husband and two sons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pearl You say, \u2018Hold on to me, I don\u2019t want to lose you in the night. I keep waking up on my own.\u2019 You push your feet between my knees, cling to my neck. My body doesn\u2019t know a different shape to sleep in. I fold around you. Grit in my shell \u2013 […]<\/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-19654","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\/19654","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=19654"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19654\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19655,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19654\/revisions\/19655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19654"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19654"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19654"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI don\u2019t want to lose you
\nin the night.
\nI keep waking up on my own.\u2019<\/p>\n
\nbetween my knees,
\ncling to my neck.<\/p>\n
\na different shape to sleep in.
\nI fold around you. Grit in my shell \u2013
\nwrapped in my soft belly.<\/p>\n
\nwho? \u2013 operates when we\u2019re under.
\nWe both suspect your dad.<\/p>\n