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Proserpina opens his fridge<\/strong><\/p>\n Her soft tug releases Along the top rack lies She\u2019s already eaten his meal, but now pulls free <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jill Sharp<\/strong>‘s\u00a0 poems have recently appeared in the final edition of Fourteen, Mslexia, Poems in the Waiting Room<\/em> and The Listening Walk<\/em>, an anthology from Bath Cafe Poets. She teaches for the OU and lives in Swindon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Proserpina opens his fridge Her soft tug releases an odour. The light flicks on… Along the top rack lies a tube of puree, twisted, missing its lid. A streaky rasher dangles between the rails. What was once lettuce drips onto a ripped-open empty package and a bruised wedge of cheese. Stuck in […]<\/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-5687","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5687","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=5687"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5690,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5687\/revisions\/5690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nan odour. The light flicks on…<\/p>\n
\na tube of puree, twisted, missing
\nits lid. A streaky rasher dangles
\nbetween the rails. What
\nwas once lettuce drips
\nonto a ripped-open empty package
\nand a bruised wedge of cheese.
\nStuck in the bars, dried halves
\nof onion, rings shrunk apart, lose
\ntheir skins over a closed container holding
\nnothing but sprouting spuds and an egg-box,
\nits sole sticky occupant cracked…<\/p>\n
\nthe Eiffel Tower souvenir magnet and leaves
\nbeneath it a brief note in lipstick
\non a white unfolded serviette.<\/p>\n