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I bake \u2013 my hands, they roll \u2013 they squeeze and stir; Between us lift with songs of skips and beats For mouths to eat.<\/p>\n Jane Burn<\/strong> is a North East based writer who is part of the lively local spoken word scene and regularly attend open mic’ events such as Jibba Jabba as well as regularly performing guest slots. Her work has featured in Material<\/em> and The Edge<\/em> magazines, and will be included in the next issue of Butcher’s Dog<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I Made Biscuits Again I bake \u2013 my hands, they roll \u2013 they squeeze and stir; And while they do, I dip in days slung past. There was a time when I could break your heart And have you beg; your knees bent for my kiss – Your eyes would flick to […]<\/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-7126","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7126","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=7126"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7126\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7128,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7126\/revisions\/7128"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7126"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7126"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7126"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI Made Biscuits Again<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd while they do, I dip in days slung past.
\nThere was a time when I could break your heart
\nAnd have you beg; your knees bent for my kiss –
\nYour eyes would flick to mine and ask me when?
\nWhen will our touch be tied? When will the air<\/p>\n
\nThat sing I love, you love – we love! I think
\nThat there was not a fool like me. I mix
\nThis in with bits and chocolate chips. I wait<\/p>\n
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