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The Office<\/strong><\/p>\n Keyboards slork and chirrup their way of a bird. I don\u2019t know which one. We do not have names <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tom Sastry<\/strong> is a bureaucrat and occasional human. He writes poetry and short fiction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Office Keyboards slork and chirrup their way through diets of words. The striped cough of the printer punctuates the settling of sludge-mugs on the woodskim tops. Everything has its secret grammar. Voices skit and burr on phatic tides; the cobbler\u2019s sigh imprints the damped floor and a phone makes the sound […]<\/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-8076","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8076","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=8076"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8078,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8076\/revisions\/8078"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8076"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8076"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthrough diets of words. The striped cough of the printer
\npunctuates the settling of sludge-mugs on the
\nwoodskim tops. Everything has its
\nsecret grammar. Voices skit and burr
\non phatic tides; the cobbler\u2019s sigh imprints
\nthe damped floor and a phone makes the sound<\/p>\n
\nfor birds in here. You can bring the name of a bird
\nin from outside, if you like. You can bring its call
\non your ringtone, you can bring
\nthe possibility of a bird. You can bring it on the chance
\nof a call from your letting agent or lover.
\nIt can trill in your pocket. No-one cares.<\/p>\n