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Eduardo\u2019s Mary Noonan<\/strong> lives in Cork. Her poems have appeared magazines, including The Dark Horse, Blackbox Manifold, BigCityLit, Wasafiri<\/em>, Tears in the Fence<\/em>, The Moth<\/em>, The Echo Room<\/em>, The Same, Best of Irish Poetry 2010<\/em>, and The Threepenny Review. <\/em>Her first collection \u2013 The Fado House<\/em> \u2013 was published by Dedalus Press<\/a>, Dublin, in 2012.\u00a0\u00a0 You can listen to some more of her poems here: www.fishousepoems.org<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Eduardo\u2019s In a restaurant made from the thin arms of a tree embracing white-washed walls, I eat strips of duck and strands of almond prepared by a stooped Belgian gentleman. A wall of glass separates me from him, and within this wall swim miniature tropical fish, all black and red stripes, mother-of-pearl 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-3889","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3889","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=3889"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3891,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3889\/revisions\/3891"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n<\/strong>In a restaurant made from the thin arms
\nof a tree embracing white-washed walls,
\nI eat strips of duck and strands of almond
\nprepared by a stooped Belgian gentleman.
\nA wall of glass separates me from him,
\nand within this wall swim miniature
\ntropical fish, all black and red stripes,
\nmother-of-pearl and orange polka dots.
\nThe fish and I go eyeball-to-eyeball,
\nthe tip of my nose touching
\nthe bumpy nodules atop each flat face
\nand the gauzy fins billowing
\nand flicking as they whirr past my ear,
\nup and down the watery wall.
\nI dive into a Douro red and the flashy fish
\nand the silver-haired Belgian and I swim
\ninto and out of each other. He slices pink duck-
\nbreast and flamb\u00e9s raspberries in vodka
\nand the thin brown arms of the tree squeeze
\nus closer and the chalky fringe
\nof the low ceiling blanches the top
\nof my head.
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