i tug at mama’s sleeve
\nshe’s stopped walking
\nand is staring
\nat the hotel entrance
\ni feel her body go stiff
\nthere’s a couple
\nframed in the doorway
\nof the hotel
\ndoing a couple thing
\nand mama can’t stop
\nlooking
\nmama, what’s wrong
\nshe doesn’t seem to hear
\nas the couple come apart
\nher eyes two pinpoints
\ndeeply focused<\/p>\n
and the man
\nsuddenly tumbles
\ndown the steps
\nshe drags herself closer<\/p>\n
i follow unwilling i tug at mama’s sleeve she’s stopped walking and is staring at the hotel entrance i feel her body go stiff there’s a couple framed in the doorway of the hotel doing a couple thing and mama can’t stop looking mama, what’s wrong she doesn’t…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3670,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-106832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106832","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\/3670"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106832"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108250,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106832\/revisions\/108250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nit’s papa, i whisper
\non seeing his face
\nBut she clucks,
\nand pulls me away
\nwalking briskly
\ni want to ask
\nif there is some mistake<\/em>
\nbut she’s smiling
\nhumming
\ni follow
\ndisturbed
\nconfused
\nshe’s still smiling
\nwhen we get home<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"