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In this room<\/strong><\/p>\n we watched you rewind your mind Clothes unstitched their shape, from an unravelled yarn of you. in its clearing, we were dolls of undone clothes. You snatched with the vigour of a dream routes so wrong in their direction, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ryan Norman<\/strong> is a poet writing in Norwich. He studied at the University of Manchester and the University of East Anglia, has been published in Black Bough, the Poetry School Mixed Borders Pamphlet, the Cadaverine <\/em>and the Mancunion.<\/em> He was poet-in-residence in St. George\u2019s Gardens in London in 2017.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In this room we watched you rewind your mind and get lost on the return journey. Clothes unstitched their shape, and we dropped like buttons from an unravelled yarn of you. Soon, your whole room wandered away; in its clearing, we were dolls embroidered with loose threads of undone clothes. You snatched […]<\/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-19722","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19722","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=19722"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19966,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19722\/revisions\/19966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand get lost on the return journey.<\/p>\n
\nand we dropped like buttons<\/p>\n
\nSoon, your whole room wandered away;<\/p>\n
\nembroidered with loose threads<\/p>\n
\nour arms, dragged us along<\/p>\n
\nlosing its way into another dream,<\/p>\n
\nbut you so happy to show us.<\/p>\n