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Levitating<\/strong><\/p>\n In your house, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah Sibley<\/strong> is a freelance writer and editor based in Suffolk. Most recently, she was a chosen young broadsheet poet in Agenda \u2018Exiles\u2019. Elsewhere, she has been published in Orbis, Obsessed with Pipework, The Interpreter\u2019s Hous<\/em>e and The Delinquent<\/em>. She has an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University.<\/p>\n Note: This poem was originally published in Obsessed with Pipework, Issue 56, Autumn 2011<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Levitating In your house, Newfoundlands like black clouds thundered across bald floors etched with pentagrams. Through beaded fly curtains there were guitars and drum kits, you found Alanis before I did and showed me the broken boyfriends and biscuits at the bottom of your older sister\u2019s bed. Your room was a box of […]<\/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-6332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6332","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=6332"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6334,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6332\/revisions\/6334"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nNewfoundlands like black clouds
\nthundered across bald floors
\netched with pentagrams.
\nThrough beaded fly curtains
\nthere were guitars and drum kits,
\nyou found Alanis before I did
\nand showed me the broken
\nboyfriends and biscuits
\nat the bottom of your older sister\u2019s bed.
\nYour room was a box of songs;
\nI removed the lid
\nand had a snoop at the words,
\nthe shabby chipboard walls
\nhidden by tie-dye and cosmic tat.
\nAll the village-shaped kids laughed
\nwhen you ate a dog biscuit,
\ndragged a barrow round
\nselling weed posies for two pence
\nand levitated:
\nbarefoot in culottes and a band T-shirt.<\/p>\n