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Antonio\u2019s Lament<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll never understand why you <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Natalie Stevenson<\/strong> studies literature at Sarah Lawrence College.\u00a0 She has been published in The Oxford Student, Coffeehouse, and The Cliffhanger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Antonio\u2019s Lament I\u2019ll never understand why you Pursue These feeble imitations, which Themselves Combust like embers lost and found; They burn Upon a moonscape made of mud. Silent Except for the occasional fizzle, we Vent steam At one another\u2019s faults like dragons Without Lighters, teaching ourselves to hear The noise But not […]<\/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-7400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7400","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=7400"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7403,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7400\/revisions\/7403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPursue
\nThese feeble imitations, which
\nThemselves
\nCombust like embers lost and found;
\nThey burn
\nUpon a moonscape made of mud.
\nSilent
\nExcept for the occasional fizzle, we
\nVent steam
\nAt one another\u2019s faults like dragons
\nWithout
\nLighters, teaching ourselves to hear
\nThe noise
\nBut not the meaning underneath.
\nIt claws
\nOut of its skin if prodded gently,
\nSnapping
\nAt eggshells, and expanding
\nLike smoke
\nIn a sky full of wind.<\/p>\n