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Homeopathy for Spinsters<\/strong><\/p>\n I.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0About the Weather My dreams come and go like surrealist My dreams come and go like surrealist I am ill, like all women. The new Watch: I am Christ in this scene, The scriptures I roll up and suck Looking out onto the balcony <\/p>\n II.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Le Ossessione The turtle shell of the medicine The doctors made it all for men. We all turn out the same way. The months Here is a window to disappear I see this illness as a long holiday, I’m in the waiting room and the receptionist I ask about recovery and <\/p>\n III.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Homeopathy for Spinsters <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Homeopathy for Spinsters I.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0About the Weather People ask about the weather but mean other things. All of it, I say, all of it is about to break. My dreams come and go like surrealist paintings; I carried my childhood friend to be displayed in an unlit museum. The exhibits were Sumerian […]<\/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-20282","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20282","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=20282"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20282\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20367,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20282\/revisions\/20367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPeople ask about the weather
\nbut mean other things.
\nAll of it, I say, all of it
\nis about to break.<\/span><\/p>\n
\npaintings; I carried my childhood friend
\nto be displayed in an unlit museum.
\nThe exhibits were Sumerian clay pots
\nand the people who no longer loved me.<\/p>\n
\npaintings; the Italian grandmother holds
\na card, La Fissazione – the 10 of spades,
\nthe obsessionist, one who wishes
\nto be consumed.<\/p>\n
\napartment is a sick room with
\nthe sky flaking like an itch.<\/p>\n
\npre-eminent in virtue. You may
\neat my body in dry toast,
\ndrink my blood in stale lemonade.<\/p>\n
\nlike lozenges. It is useless.
\nI\u2019m Taoist.<\/p>\n
\nhe jokes and calls me the gutter’s
\npet whore, left to die.<\/p>\n
\nMy mother took to bed for a year.
\nIt became an island where she was
\nthe only inhabitant.<\/span><\/p>\n
\ncabinet was applied in salves,
\na brow patted dry. The truth:
\nNone of it works.<\/p>\n
\nShe is the chronic fatigue, the
\nfibromyalgia, the active imagination.<\/p>\n
\npass like inconveniences. I hold a fever
\nunder the slick-backed humidity.<\/p>\n
\nInto yourself, here is you alone,
\nmortal and romantic.<\/p>\n
\nor a birthmark, or him.
\nIt is the air begging for rain and the sky
\nnot giving it.<\/p>\n
\nan angel and my head a mausoleum.<\/p>\n
\nshe reminds me that I have not exhibited
\navoidance behaviours in four years.<\/p>\n
\nPeople ask about the weather
\nbut mean other things.
\nAll of it, I say, all of it
\nis about to break.<\/span><\/p>\n