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Needling Thoughts<\/strong><\/p>\n People used to draw on each other when I was young. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kelly Creighton<\/strong> is a Belfast born poet and fiction writer with work in Wordlegs, The Ranfurly Review, A New Ulster, Electric Windmill Press, Inkspill Magazine, Poetry24<\/em> and numerous other publications. She has a novel and a poetry chapbook and this is her website.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/a>Twitter: @KellyCreighton<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Needling Thoughts People used to draw on each other when I was young. It was the ultimate non-permanent branding until we took to paying for our needlepoints. Scrawling on skin used to be the height of human intimacy and contact. Last night I dreamt that I was working then meeting with friends, […]<\/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-5534","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5534","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=5534"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5534\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5536,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5534\/revisions\/5536"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5534"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5534"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5534"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt was the ultimate non-permanent branding until we
\ntook to paying for our needlepoints. Scrawling on skin
\nused to be the height of human intimacy and contact.
\nLast night I dreamt that I was working then meeting
\nwith friends, just noticing that I had spilt red wine down
\nthe front of my shirt and that above that heart-stain
\nyou had etched something – a word on my collarbone
\nthat I won\u2019t recall until tonight, when I close my eyes,
\nand then just before I can pluck it away it will be gone.
\nI just know it.<\/p>\n