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After the Party<\/strong><\/p>\n Someone stuffed the downed bottle <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah James<\/strong>‘s first poetry collection, Into the Yell<\/em> (Circaidy Gregory Press, 2010), won third prize in the International Rubery Book Awards 2011 and her second, Be[yond],<\/em> is published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press (July 2013).Her website is at www.sarah-james.co.uk <\/a><\/p>\n After the Party<\/em> appears in (from Be[yond]<\/em>, Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2013)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After the Party Someone stuffed the downed bottle with screwed wrappers, sweets twisted from their casings: a fish scale mosaic, silvered skins scrunched. The gaps \u2013 still lakes of air and glass distortion around dead-gilled traces of party, fun, life\u2026 All contorted to fill the shape of emptiness; its gagged mouth, throat, […]<\/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-5679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5679","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=5679"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5682,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5679\/revisions\/5682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith screwed wrappers, sweets twisted
\nfrom their casings: a fish scale mosaic,
\nsilvered skins scrunched. The gaps
\n\u2013 still lakes of air and glass distortion
\naround dead-gilled traces of party, fun,
\nlife\u2026 All contorted to fill the shape
\nof emptiness; its gagged mouth,
\nthroat, neck…space enough, just,
\nfor the thin wax of one lit candle.<\/p>\n