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Arranged Hopes<\/strong><\/p>\n Hopes are arranged. \u2018Mother, what will we have My father\u2019s name is hunger <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kushal Poddar<\/strong> edited the online magazine Words Surfacing<\/em> and authored The Circus Came To My Island (<\/em>Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals<\/em> (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding the Neighborhood<\/em> (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (<\/em>Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems\u00a0 (<\/em>BRP, Australia) and Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems (<\/em>Hawakal Publishers, India)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Arranged Hopes Hopes are arranged. I take my seat. The dishes shine and instead of the tried and tasted cuisines you serve something that denies the temptation of the form and shape. \u2018Mother, what will we have tonight?\u2019 \u2018Hope\u2019, you say. My father\u2019s name is hunger and since the day he went […]<\/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-19724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19724","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=19724"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19969,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19724\/revisions\/19969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI take my seat.
\nThe dishes shine and
\ninstead of the tried and tasted cuisines
\nyou serve something
\nthat denies the temptation of the form and shape.<\/p>\n
\ntonight?\u2019
\n\u2018Hope\u2019, you say.<\/p>\n
\nand since the day
\nhe went to the factory
\nand returned slope-shouldered
\nhe always lingers here,
\nnear, too much near,
\neverywhere.<\/p>\n