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Spinning in Zero<\/strong><\/p>\n He’s so real <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Karley Denniston<\/strong> was born in Newcastle Upon Tyne, but now lives in Hebden Bridge with her young child. A student of philosophy and psychology, Karley is interested in the impact society has on our mental and emotional well-being.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Spinning in Zero He’s so real he could’ve been made by man when we meet his cheek brushes against mine it’s buttery fine like quality leather i lodge pills into my gums to give a soluble smile he swallows it down no bother no bother i try to speak but the words […]<\/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-8823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8823","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=8823"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8823\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8826,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8823\/revisions\/8826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8823"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8823"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8823"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe could’ve been made
\nby man
\nwhen we meet
\nhis cheek
\nbrushes against mine
\nit’s buttery fine
\nlike quality leather
\ni lodge pills
\ninto my gums
\nto give a
\nsoluble smile
\nhe swallows it down
\nno bother
\nno bother
\ni try to speak
\nbut the words take off
\nand hit the roof of heaven
\nhe says something about thunder
\nand like magic
\nthe rain starts to fall
\ncan you predict the weather
\nhe laughed
\nnodded at my hood
\nhe wasn’t there when the crows
\nsnatched my hair
\nfor their nests
\nwe walked on under that weeping
\nout feet dipping
\nin and out of melted moons
\nsheet lightning X-rayed us
\nfrom overhead
\nmy carrier bag lungs
\nmy clenched fist stomach
\nhe was full
\nof ghosted bones
\nand i thought he was real<\/p>\n