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Snow<\/strong><\/p>\n Lost in an infinity of misted mirrors Pepsodent and pink calamine, to froth out the nylon frills of that Hanging it to drip-dry over obdurate adolescent flesh attaching 15 deniers before turning to straighten a newly shaved leg and wriggle Then spitting into the little a flick of mascara Backcombing my hair, the lady smiled with a poise So much preparation beneath the rotating mirror-ball, and flakes of light spangled <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sue Hubbard<\/strong> is an award-winning poet, novelist and art critic. She has published 3 collections of poetry, two novels and a book of short stories. As the Poetry Society\u2019s Public Art Poet she was responsible for London\u2019s largest public art poem at Waterloo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Snow Lost in an infinity of misted mirrors among shelves of Optrex, Pepsodent and pink calamine, I dunked net petticoats into sugar solution to froth out the nylon frills of that first dance dress. Hanging it to drip-dry over the porcelain sink I squeezed obdurate adolescent flesh into a rubber roll-on that […]<\/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-8652","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8652","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=8652"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8652\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8655,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8652\/revisions\/8655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8652"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8652"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8652"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\namong shelves of Optrex,<\/p>\n
\nI dunked net petticoats into sugar solution<\/p>\n
\nfirst dance dress.<\/p>\n
\nthe porcelain sink I squeezed<\/p>\n
\ninto a rubber roll-on that chaffed my thighs,<\/p>\n
\nto silk suspenders,<\/p>\n
\nthe wayward seam along<\/p>\n
\ninto my strapless Wonderbra.<\/p>\n
\nBakelite box to soften the black wax,<\/p>\n
\napplied with a tiny brush.<\/p>\n
\non the Elnett tin of hairspray<\/p>\n
\nI could never muster.<\/p>\n
\nto end alone<\/p>\n
\nas the last waltz faded<\/p>\n
\nmy bare arms in falling snow.<\/p>\n