{"id":2513,"date":"2012-05-14T15:15:22","date_gmt":"2012-05-14T15:15:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2513"},"modified":"2012-05-14T15:19:51","modified_gmt":"2012-05-14T15:19:51","slug":"anna-kisby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/anna-kisby\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna Kisby"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Bathing Jesse James<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I do it on the back porch.<\/p>\n<p>He fills it up. Always on a Wednesday.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a quiet day. No one passing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to admire the curling hair on each bare haunch,<\/p>\n<p>the apple at his throat exposed, or yesterday\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>bullet holes like white petals blown onto his skin.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I swear his scent\u2019s like milk from a stalk<\/p>\n<p>cut from dandelion, or waving prairie daisy.<\/p>\n<p>My husband is a clean man.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He sings, <em>You are my swaying ear of corn<\/em><\/p>\n<p>as I straighten and lean to sponge him again.<\/p>\n<p>I let my yellow hair swing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to tickle his knees as I kiss him upside-down<\/p>\n<p>where molars glint, crowned with gold. Some say<\/p>\n<p>he stole the lives of seventeen strong men.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I soap each toe, the crooked ankle broken by a horse.<\/p>\n<p><em>Windstorm\u2019s coming. Feel it in my bones.<\/em> Sideways<\/p>\n<p>he looks at me, then blinks, like looking at the sun.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Anna Kisby<\/strong> lives in Brighton and works as an archivist. Her poetry has been placed in competitions and published in magazines including <em>Mslexia, Orbis, Poetry News, Seam<\/em> and <em>South Bank Poetry<\/em>. She was winner of the <em>New Writer<\/em> poetry competition 2011.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Bathing Jesse James<\/em> was previously published in Mslexia, Issue 43, 2009.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bathing Jesse James \u00a0 I do it on the back porch. He fills it up. Always on a Wednesday. It\u2019s a quiet day. No one passing &nbsp; to admire the curling hair on each bare haunch, the apple at his throat exposed, or yesterday\u2019s bullet holes like white petals blown onto his skin. &nbsp; I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-2513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2513","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=2513"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2513\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2518,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2513\/revisions\/2518"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}