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Ash<\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n A car window reflection is at least honest The alarm will be earlier than the usual tomorrow, so it is tonight that I turn on the mirror light I\u2019m not halfway through and I think of the ash, the cat This is on you <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rob Sandall<\/strong> is an editor and journalist living in London. His thoughts on writing have found their way into the Editing Matters<\/em> journal; his poetry published in Trespass<\/em> magazine and toured through various open mic events in the capital. http:\/\/twitter.com\/bobbysandall<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ash A car window reflection is at least honest You need a shave But lately the hands haven\u2019t been too fine and it\u2019s been so easy to draw blood and too easy for that to feel okay There is an ash tree here of all places and a cat, limping, shares its surprise with […]<\/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-3357","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3357","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=3357"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3358,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3357\/revisions\/3358"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3357"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3357"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYou need a shave
\nBut lately the hands haven\u2019t been too fine
\nand it\u2019s been so easy to draw blood
\nand too easy for that to feel okay
\nThere is an ash tree here of all places
\nand a cat, limping, shares its surprise with me
\nWe have this rarity and each other to think about
\nalthough he thinks faster, and bares claws to bark
\nI at least have the courtesy to leave him
\nhis ears flattening back, his back arched and legs braced
\nThe rest of the walk is leaves and thinking about a cigarette
\ntoday specifically the dry, raisin smell of an unlit Marlboro
\nNo
\nI walk past a pub, too<\/p>\n
\nWater and white, and the blade bucks a little on the first down stroke<\/p>\n
\nFeel the nick of the three or five or how many blades
\nand can\u2019t look up to the mirror, to my eyes as much as the cut
\nMy hands look up at me innocent<\/p>\n
\nWe are here, of all places<\/p>\n