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The Orphanage<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And years later there came a night when, balancing on a red sofa in a red room,<\/p>\n he either fell in a clonazepam splatter to the (red) carpet or climbed the arms,<\/p>\n back, and escaped through the high cellar window out of which he could<\/p>\n sometimes see shoes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And he realised how much the shoes meant. Like butterflies.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But first he cut a hole in his jacket, through to the pocket so the lens of his phone<\/p>\n peeked perfectly. And he practiced for weeks \u2013 standing, sitting, walking,<\/p>\n crouched \u2013 until he could net each pair without a twitch.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is the shadow you ignored on the train last Tuesday, the blur you passed<\/p>\n at that gig in the park. He saw you.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And now your feet are pinned to the red wall along with a hundred other<\/p>\n neglected brevities. And your head still floats in its constant gas of keywords<\/p>\n like a losing balloon.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lindsey Holland<\/strong>‘s poetry has appeared in a wide range of publications. She\u2019s the chair of North West Poets\u00a0 and she\u2019s addicted to poetry projects. Her collection, Particle Soup,<\/em> is about to be published by The Knives Forks and Spoons Press.<\/p>\n The Orphanage \u00a0 And years later there came a night when, balancing on a red sofa in a red room, he either fell in a clonazepam splatter to the (red) carpet or climbed the arms, back, and escaped through the high cellar window out of which he could sometimes see shoes. And […]<\/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-2874","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874","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=2874"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2878,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874\/revisions\/2878"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2874"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2874"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2874"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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