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Easy\/Awkward Goodbye<\/strong><\/p>\n The caf\u00e9 radio coughs another tune, A woolly hat with greasy whiskers Your eyes land on my pursed lips A drip of condensation thumps the windowsill <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michael Rush<\/strong> is a hidden poet. He strives to preserve his secrecy as he is most comfortable in the margins of life, and finds his muse most active when he remains there. Michael was recently published on Snakeskin<\/em> and Napalm and Novocain.<\/em>\u00a0 Twitter: @mrushpoetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Easy\/Awkward Goodbye The caf\u00e9 radio coughs another tune, all static and yeah-yeah, as I brush salt from the table. A woolly hat with greasy whiskers clangs his fork against a plate, tugging at the creases in my brow. Your eyes land on my pursed lips and I realise they’re green, not blue, […]<\/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-8213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8213","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=8213"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8213\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8214,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8213\/revisions\/8214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nall static and yeah-yeah,
\nas I brush salt from the table.<\/p>\n
\nclangs his fork against a plate,
\ntugging at the creases in my brow.<\/p>\n
\nand I realise they’re green,
\nnot blue, and have been all along.<\/p>\n
\nas I mutter something about tomorrow\u2014
\nand your bus is coming soon.<\/p>\n