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groundwater<\/strong><\/p>\n i will never be as innocent as a lock of mistletoe to its tree. to gods.<\/p>\n when i walk back into my with the stain of groundwater when i slip into the fatty days i have lost at your ream, my world shrinks. the drought flourishing in my triad to gods<\/p>\n i offered my youth. those unmarked with my arm across your back, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n marcelle olivier<\/strong> is a poet and archaeologist. Her translations of contemporary South African poetry appear in the recent edited collection In a burning sea<\/em> (Protea, 2015), and you can read more of her writing in, amongst others, Oxford Poetry, New Contrast, Carapace, <\/em>and The Mays.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" groundwater i will never be as innocent as i was then. as ripe as this root, as sound as a lock of mistletoe to its tree. i will never be as thirsty. i will never again be as near to gods. when i walk back into my phantasies, shoes shed, my palms sweetly pleased […]<\/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":[139,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9605","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=9605"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9608,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9605\/revisions\/9608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas i was then. as ripe
\nas this root, as sound<\/p>\n
\ni will never be as thirsty.
\ni will never again be as near<\/p>\n
\nphantasies, shoes shed,
\nmy palms sweetly pleased<\/p>\n
\nshorn away from your body;<\/p>\n
\nmemory of it, the two of me;
\nwhen i count the many<\/p>\n
\ncourting the threads
\nlike a wet, blossoming moth,<\/p>\n
\nof an obstructive moon<\/p>\n
\nlights at the dividends of bones
\nbetter left behind.<\/p>\n
\nmoments of lust stargazers refuse
\nto divulge, and the chance to lie<\/p>\n
\nthe two of us shackled together
\nby the melancholy of hope.<\/p>\n