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The Trick<\/strong><\/p>\n is to pretend everything <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michal Lemberger<\/strong>, finalist for the 2014 Bellevue Literary Review Marica and Jan Vilcek Prize for Poetry, is a Los Angeles-based writer and poet. She received her BA at Barnard College and PhD at UCLA. Magazine credits include Slate, Salon,<\/em> and The Smart Set<\/em>. Her poetry is forthcoming and has appeared in The Rattling Wall, poeticdiversity, Chaparral<\/em>, and Cyclamen and Swords.<\/p>\n <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Trick is to pretend everything doesn\u2019t depend on the delicate stem of your neck, twisting. As if nothing unusual were happening. As if you were born without weight, meant for the water, as if the only way to love and be loved is in the turn of your body, the curl […]<\/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-5508","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5508","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=5508"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5508\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5510,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5508\/revisions\/5510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5508"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5508"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5508"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndoesn\u2019t depend
\non the delicate
\nstem of your neck,
\ntwisting.
\nAs if nothing
\nunusual were happening.
\nAs if you were born
\nwithout weight,
\nmeant for the water,
\nas if the only way
\nto love and be loved
\nis in the turn
\nof your body,
\nthe curl of your palm
\nand fingers
\nsweeping yourself away
\nwith every stroke,
\ncarrying you back
\nwith each new breath.<\/p>\n