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Demdike<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A boy gnew me by a stonepit.\u00a0 He steemed I tricked in him, \u2013 unclocked all tocks, all ticks; unplundered of my underarm; he yessed, I kept him at a cost:<\/p>\n he got with dogg my daughter, bent our house <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Camille Ralphs<\/strong> started in Stoke.\u00a0 Currently Senior Poetry Editor at The Missing Slate<\/em>, she was recently also Cambridge Editor-in-Chief of The Mays XXII.<\/em>\u00a0 She has a few published poems kicking around.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Demdike A boy gnew me by a stonepit.\u00a0 He steemed in th sun stone-waking, lighting trees like wicks; his eyes were sofd as ash, and cities hymned and chymneyed in the atlas of his sex. I tricked in him, \u2013 unclocked all tocks, all ticks; a debt that ploppd its anchor in my […]<\/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-8043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8043","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=8043"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8046,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8043\/revisions\/8046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nin th sun stone-waking, lighting trees like wicks;
\nhis eyes were sofd as ash, and cities hymned
\nand chymneyed in the atlas of his sex.<\/p>\n
\na debt that ploppd its anchor in my tchest \u2013
\nnd 8 weeks fraille in rocking lihgt, I foamed
\nat the mouth like the sea.\u00a0 He ssuppd the moyst<\/p>\n
\nimpressed on me the braille of wouldlice
\nhavocking the rocks.<\/p>\n
\ntoward a future wigged with cirrus,
\nfingernail\u2019d with hangman\u2019s lime.\u00a0 I died in prison.<\/p>\n