{"id":6383,"date":"2014-02-25T09:00:07","date_gmt":"2014-02-25T09:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6383"},"modified":"2014-01-29T16:39:35","modified_gmt":"2014-01-29T16:39:35","slug":"katherine-lockton-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/katherine-lockton-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Katherine Lockton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bolivia Plays in the World Cup<\/strong><br \/>\nI become myself that summer.<br \/>\nThe summer of drinking <em>api,<\/em><br \/>\nbaking <em>dulce de leche<\/em> cakes with my sister<br \/>\nand playing football with my brother.<br \/>\nIt is June<strong> <\/strong>and anything is possible.<br \/>\nMy mamita makes us <em>api<\/em> and <em>bu\u00f1uelos<br \/>\n<\/em>as Gilda plaits <em>empanadas.<br \/>\n<\/em>I ask my mum for my <em>chapaca<\/em> skirt,<br \/>\nwrap the Bolivian flag around my shoulders,<br \/>\nand wait for the match to begin.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bolivia Leaves the World Cup<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>And because Mami cannot stop herself,<br \/>\nshe joins us in our screams as we watch<br \/>\n<em>Marco Etcheverry<\/em> kick us out of the World Cup.<br \/>\nShe shouts so much she nearly loses her voice.<\/p>\n<p>Mamita burns the <em>sopaipillas,<\/em> Gilda spills wine<br \/>\ndown her jeans and I swallow the knot of my feelings<\/p>\n<p>as we watch in disbelief. Even my dad is swearing at our TV.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Katherine Lockton<\/strong>&#8216;s poetry has been published in a number of journals such as<em> Magma, The Dark Horse, Rising, Brittle Star, Northwords Now<\/em> and <em>The Delinquent<\/em>. She can be found online at <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/katherinelockton.wordpress.com\/\">http:\/\/katherinelockton.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/span>. She currently co-edits <em>South Bank Poetr<\/em>y.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bolivia Plays in the World Cup I become myself that summer. The summer of drinking api, baking dulce de leche cakes with my sister and playing football with my brother. It is June and anything is possible. My mamita makes us api and bu\u00f1uelos as Gilda plaits empanadas. I ask my mum [&hellip;]<\/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-6383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383","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=6383"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6386,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions\/6386"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}