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Incommunicado, Tate Modern<\/strong><\/p>\n I find the tiny steel structure after the third miscarriage. It\u2019s meant to symbolize some sort of prison<\/em>, says David. Katherine Lockton<\/strong>‘s poetry has been published in a variety of magazines such as Magma, and Rising and is forthcoming in The Morning Star<\/em> and The Delinquent.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Incommunicado, Tate Modern I find the tiny steel structure after the third miscarriage. Tucked in the corner. It calls out to me. Heavily lit and engulfed by white space, it lies remote and confused, craves something it doesn\u2019t understand. It\u2019s meant to symbolize some sort of prison, says David. What do you want? […]<\/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-3614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614","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=3614"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3616,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614\/revisions\/3616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTucked in the corner. It calls out to me.
\nHeavily lit and engulfed by white space, it lies remote and
\nconfused, craves something it doesn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n
\nWhat do you want?<\/em> I whisper to the sculpture
\nas I run my fingers across its mesh.
\nI would put my baby in you.<\/em><\/p>\n