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Umbrellas<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2018People who carry an umbrella can never…understand the moral significance of war.\u2019 This is you holding it out to catch the rain, This is you in bed, paper unfolded, at repose This is you at a slow pace taking my hand, This is you after a punch, with a bruised cheek This is you laughing and saying \u2018you should have seen the other guy,\u2019 This is you near sleep, where what you did and what you could have done and this is you with the rain pouring down outside Rebecca Tamas<\/strong> is a London born poet, about to begin a PhD in Creative and Critical Writing at UEA. She has a pamphlet forthcoming with Salt this Autumn, the working title of which is ‘The Ophelia Letters.’ She likes gin and tonics and the Hampstead Ladies Pond.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Umbrellas \u2018People who carry an umbrella can never…understand the moral significance of war.\u2019 Mussolini This is you holding it out to catch the rain, as I run with a streaked, flooded face. This is you standing still and watching the water, eyes up to where the gutters moan and sob. This is […]<\/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-5285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5285","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=5285"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5451,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5285\/revisions\/5451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/em>Mussolini<\/p>\n
\nas I run with a streaked, flooded face.
\nThis is you standing still and watching the water,
\neyes up to where the gutters moan and sob.<\/p>\n
\nwhilst I lick the back of your neck,
\ntaste the salt at the corners of your eyelids.<\/p>\n
\nletting my viscose skin peel off,
\nnot speeding away to self created disaster,
\nstretching your legs.<\/p>\n
\nstorm cloud purple,
\nand of course I\u2019m crying, but you don\u2019t say no
\nto the painkillers, the bag of frozen peas,
\nguiding my hand to where it hurts.<\/p>\n
\nwho I know is at home, smooth and untouched,
\nsquare white teeth still in their gums,
\nor having another unnecessary drink, safe and barely conscious.<\/p>\n
\nhang like intricate, pulsating threads across your breath,<\/p>\n
\nand me in your arms,
\ndry.<\/p>\n