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Slices<\/strong><\/p>\n Bread began to slice the woman. Bread had no mercy for women: it smelt her rising in the warmth Some of her was stored in a man-tin for the next day. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Hilda Sheehan<\/strong> is a mother of 5 children and has been a psychiatric nurse and Montessori teacher. She is editor of Domestic Cherry magazine and also works for Swindon Artswords (Literature Development) and the Swindon Festival of Poetry. Her first collection of poetry, The night my sister went to Hollywood<\/em><\/a>\u00a0is out now from Cultured Llama.\u00a0 This is her website.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Slices Bread began to slice the woman. Don\u2019t slice me, cried the woman. Bread had no mercy for women: sliced woman is delicious with husbands and children on top, thought bread \u2013 it smelt her rising in the warmth of a loaf: made neat, white, and bad for the heart when buttered […]<\/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-4466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4466","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=4466"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4466\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4468,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4466\/revisions\/4468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDon\u2019t slice me, cried the woman.<\/p>\n
\nsliced woman is delicious
\nwith husbands and children on top, thought bread \u2013<\/p>\n
\nof a loaf: made neat, white, and bad
\nfor the heart when buttered by knives.<\/p>\n
\nBread wondered how one little woman
\ncould create such crumbs.<\/p>\n