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Metamorphoses<\/strong><\/p>\n You tell our daughter She looks down, says And she wants you with On dehumidified air curls a phrase We part to different rooms <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Graham Clifford<\/strong>‘s pamphlet Welcome Back to the Country is published by Seren, who will also be publishing his book, The Hitting Game, next year. Read more at www.grahamclifford.co.uk<\/a> . Graham is a graduate of the University of East Anglia’s Creative Writing MA. He blogs at grahamcliffordpoet.wordpress.com<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Metamorphoses You tell our daughter that by this time next year she will grow another foot. She looks down, says she\u2019d rather a cat\u2019s tail, and bull horns on me along with a full to bursting, blue-veiny udder. And she wants you with heron wings, so huge that when they\u2019re flapped the ornaments we […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-5035","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035","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=5035"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5037,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035\/revisions\/5037"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5035"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5035"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5035"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat by this time next year
\nshe will grow another foot.<\/p>\n
\nshe\u2019d rather a cat\u2019s tail,
\nand bull horns on me
\nalong with a full to bursting,
\nblue-veiny udder.<\/p>\n
\nheron wings, so huge
\nthat when they\u2019re flapped
\nthe ornaments
\nwe never meant to accumulate,
\non a mantle piece we didn\u2019t expect,
\nwould leap and shatter.<\/p>\n
\nof a song from years ago, one of those
\nI can\u2019t choose to listen to
\nbecause of the direct tunnel it opens
\nto something we aren\u2019t any more \u2013
\njust for now.<\/p>\n
\nand wait
\nfor a lamb\u2019s shoulder to cease bleeding.
\nHow the sweet fat changes everything.<\/p>\n