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Roman \u00e0 Clef<\/strong> Sometimes in the bath, you come to mind. I remember how sweet it was, to share Years since I\u2019ve touched that ends where you end. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Alex Sobel<\/strong> is a freelance journalist. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Foundling Review, White Ash Literary Magazine, <\/em>and The Stray Branch.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Roman \u00e0 Clef for Sylvia Sometimes in the bath, you come to mind. Feet, framing the drain, painful symmetry. I think of books and ovens and things, but more than you, I think of your mold. That girl, more an idea. I remember how sweet it was, to share you with her, […]<\/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-6986","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6986","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=6986"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6986\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6988,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6986\/revisions\/6988"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor Sylvia<\/p>\n
\nFeet, framing the drain, painful symmetry.
\nI think of books and ovens and things,
\nbut more than you, I think of your
\nmold. That girl, more an idea.<\/p>\n
\nyou with her, to only be
\nbetrayed. She gave you to others.
\nHigh school girls!
\nSylvia, you may have even laughed.<\/p>\n
\nknife, feeling your fingers over mine.
\nPoems, buried behind newer works. I
\ntry to remember outcomes, but
\nmemory and all that. Roman \u00e0 clef. It<\/p>\n
\nI see that now. When I talk to
\nthat girl, I pretend I don\u2019t still love
\nher. Because, Sylvia, she is you.
\nAnd more than I could ever live with.<\/p>\n