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Goldilocks<\/strong><\/p>\n I breathed rabbit skin all day, let I feel curl up in my lungs. I saw the split I suppose, to fit like a coin in a slot, what will pay out. I walked around as niceties ringleted through me everywhere, I made my chair. I sucked up on fur and waited for spring to slap me <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Angela Readman<\/strong>‘s poetry was published by Salt. She has since won the Mslexia Poetry Competition, The Essex Poetry Prize, and been commended in Cafe Writers, The Arvon International Poetry Competition, and the Cardiff. She is working on another collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Goldilocks I breathed rabbit skin all day, let the smell into me like bad manners I feel curl up in my lungs. I saw the split in the rock and slit in. This is home, I suppose, to fit like a coin in a slot, crimped at the edges, unsure what will […]<\/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-8005","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8005","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=8005"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8005\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8007,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8005\/revisions\/8007"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8005"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8005"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8005"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe smell into me like bad manners<\/p>\n
\nin the rock and slit in. This is home,<\/p>\n
\ncrimped at the edges, unsure<\/p>\n
\nbears asleep, aware of my insides, pink<\/p>\n
\nfrom my skull to my socks. The bones,<\/p>\n
\na swallow\u2019s heart like a pebble, put my feet<\/p>\n
\nin the face, let me smell my own blood.<\/p>\n