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About Breath<\/strong><\/p>\n we\u2019re together round a small screen <\/p>\n About Breath we\u2019re together round a small screen like I remember when you were young round the hearth\u00a0\u00a0 but there\u2019s no flame and the doctor is pointing with a red pen at a cavity between your lungs\u00a0\u00a0 talking about lymphocytes which have formed like a new territory\u00a0\u00a0 a whereabouts we\u2019re heading towards\u00a0\u00a0 […]<\/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-20597","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20597","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=20597"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20597\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20624,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20597\/revisions\/20624"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlike I remember when you were young
\nround the hearth\u00a0\u00a0 but there\u2019s no flame
\nand the doctor is pointing with a red pen
\nat a cavity between your lungs\u00a0\u00a0 talking
\nabout lymphocytes which have formed
\nlike a new territory\u00a0\u00a0 a whereabouts
\nwe\u2019re heading towards\u00a0\u00a0 and this breath
\nthis every-day in and out\u00a0\u00a0 is sucked
\nwith a gasp\u00a0\u00a0 the force of a fist
\ninside my chest\u00a0\u00a0 and I am aghast
\nhow my breath I hardly notice\u00a0\u00a0 now breathes<\/p>\n
\nGill Horitz<\/strong> lives near Wimborne, Dorset.\u00a0 Her writing has been published in magazines and anthologies, including Mslexia, Smiths Knoll, Frogmore Papers, Tears in the Fence, Rialto<\/em> and anthologies.\u00a0 Her pamphlet, All The Different Darknesses<\/em>, was published by Cinnamon Press,<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"