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photographs from our holiday in bed<\/strong><\/p>\n this is <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ali Lewis<\/strong> is a 24-year-old writer and tutor from Nottingham. He graduated from Cambridge in 2012 and now lives in Peckham. His work has been published in The Cadaverine<\/em>. He tweets @ali_b_lewis.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" photographs from our holiday in bed this is the night we slept how mathematicians draw an \u2018x\u2019 the night we lay facedown smug as pocket aces the night we peeled apart like pitta from itself the night I was ampersand and you were treble clef the night we were paper figures strung […]<\/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-8324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8324","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=8324"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8326,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8324\/revisions\/8326"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe night we slept how mathematicians draw an \u2018x\u2019
\nthe night we lay facedown smug as pocket aces
\nthe night we peeled apart like pitta from itself
\nthe night I was ampersand and you were treble clef
\nthe night we were paper figures strung across the bed
\nthe night our bodies framed a question asked in Spanish
\nthe night you coiled yourself into a burning ear
\nthe night you unravelled like a Danish or a fern
\nthe night we were the \u2018t\u2019s in \u2018better\u2019
\nthe night that I was seat and seatbelt
\nthe night that you were cloak and broach
\nthe night that I was scarf and snowshoes
\nthe night we slept like harboured boats
\nthe night we were coil and core of a magnet
\nthe night we were strawberry and lime in a Twister
\nthe night our hips were a painting of hills
\nthe night we slept like the logo of Kappa
\nthe night we were stacked like strata in clay
\nthe night the bed wore its sheet off the shoulder
\nthe night you led from your hand to mine
\nthe nights we fashioned from day<\/p>\n