{"id":102485,"date":"2021-06-27T07:42:23","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T11:42:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=102485"},"modified":"2021-07-02T02:36:43","modified_gmt":"2021-07-02T06:36:43","slug":"23-say-cheese","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/23-say-cheese\/","title":{"rendered":"23. Say Cheese!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was young we watched a video in science with a block of cheese under a microscope.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t cheese at all but a hoard of microscopic maggots holding hands and wriggling to form what looked like a block of cheese.<\/p>\n<p>Block of Cheese<\/p>\n<p>Microscopic maggot tricksters looking like a block of cheese.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t eat cheese for two years after that and wondered what else in my reality wasn&#8217;t real.<\/p>\n<p>I learned that every kind or cheese was actually tiny maggots cha-chaing their days away pretending to be cheese.<\/p>\n<p>I learned that if you had hooves or horns or poultry feet you could pretty much guarantee a heartless existence followed by a tortuous, brutal death.<\/p>\n<p>I learned that if a human could eat it a human would eat it with ketchup and an inalienable sense of entitlement.<\/p>\n<p>(Throw the maggots blocks at these guys!)<\/p>\n<p>I learned Mexicans picked strawberries but couldn&#8217;t get a license to drive to and from the fields. I learned the same thing about the help at our favorite restaurant.<\/p>\n<p>I learned most people practice compassion only when it&#8217;s convenient.<\/p>\n<p>I learned the more you said about it, the more you started looking like you had hooves yourself, or chicken feet, or unlicensed brown skin.<\/p>\n<p>I learned to eat the maggots and keep my mouth shut.<br \/>\n<!--\/data\/user\/0\/com.samsung.android.app.notes\/files\/clipdata\/clipdata_bodytext_210627_014039_855.sdocx--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was young we watched a video in science with a block of cheese under a microscope. It wasn&#8217;t cheese at all but a hoard of microscopic maggots holding hands and wriggling to form what looked like a block of cheese. Block of Cheese&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1305,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102485","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102485","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1305"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102485"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102485\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103932,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102485\/revisions\/103932"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}