{"id":10363,"date":"2015-06-13T18:06:35","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:06:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10363"},"modified":"2015-06-13T18:06:35","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:06:35","slug":"ever-after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/ever-after\/","title":{"rendered":"ever after"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>our first thanksgiving<br \/>\nyou agreed to be alone with me,<br \/>\naway from your family in Queens.<br \/>\nwe rented that house near Woodstock<br \/>\nand you chopped wood,<br \/>\nmore than we needed, but you loved<br \/>\nthe feel of swinging the axe.<br \/>\ni baked two cornish hens, stuffed<br \/>\nwith apple stuffing,<br \/>\nwhich i\u2019d never done before.<br \/>\nthey were beautiful,<br \/>\ndark brown birds with charred edges.<br \/>\nyou said you were happy,<br \/>\nand glad we\u2019d left Brooklyn for the weekend.<br \/>\nthere was a blue sky,<br \/>\na slight chill, a fire in the fireplace.<br \/>\nwe were married, yet this is when<br \/>\ni knew we belonged together, huddled<br \/>\nin that small bed,<br \/>\nour arms around each other,<br \/>\nthe thick smell of burned wood on<br \/>\nour skin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>our first thanksgiving you agreed to be alone with me, away from your family in Queens. we rented that house near Woodstock and you chopped wood, more than we needed, but you loved the feel of swinging the axe. i baked two cornish hens, stuffed&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":181,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10363","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\/181"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10363"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10377,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10363\/revisions\/10377"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}