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Outside The Lamb<\/strong><\/p>\n I could say it was innocent: I distract myself with mourning the lost pearl, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kate Noakes<\/strong> divides her time between Paris and Caversham, Berks. She is a Welsh Academician and her most recent collection is The Wall-Menders<\/em> <\/a>(Two Rivers Press).\u00a0 This is her website<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Outside The Lamb I could say it was innocent: a kiss after a long day, after the pub. I could say it was the gin, but you\u2019d know and I\u2019d know, it\u2019d be a lie – I distract myself with mourning the lost pearl, the one that jumped from its gold post in my […]<\/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-5228","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5228","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=5228"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5228\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5231,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5228\/revisions\/5231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5228"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5228"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na kiss after a long day, after the pub.
\nI could say it was the gin, but you\u2019d know
\nand I\u2019d know, it\u2019d be a lie –<\/p>\n
\nthe one that jumped from its gold post
\nin my ear and rolled in city dust
\nthat night, as the man who thinks I\u2019m beautiful
\nbrushed the hair from my face,
\nand without me knowing, knocked it
\ninto a gutter full of leaves and coffee cups,
\nno more fixable
\nthan me, say, taking back that kiss.<\/p>\n