{"id":113264,"date":"2022-06-25T16:58:13","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T20:58:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=113264"},"modified":"2022-06-25T17:01:18","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:01:18","slug":"recurring-dream-7-of-12-half-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/recurring-dream-7-of-12-half-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"Recurring Dream (7 of 12, half marathon)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I dreamt I didn\u2019t have a baby.<\/p>\n<p>Pregnant, the baby always dies,<\/p>\n<p>or I am just sterile.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I decide to bury the dream<\/p>\n<p>no one else needs to know<\/p>\n<p>Jotted on a slip of paper<\/p>\n<p>folded it in half and half again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tucked in a book,<\/p>\n<p>the slip wormed through the pages<\/p>\n<p>Buried at the base of a tree<\/p>\n<p>The relapsed reverie sprouted<\/p>\n<p>through the soil.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Someone picked the sprig and<\/p>\n<p>The dream turned into a black moth<\/p>\n<p>Come back to bang against<\/p>\n<p>The pane of my consciousness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I caught the winged thing in a net<\/p>\n<p>Pressed it into a palimpsest<\/p>\n<p>Then placed it in my pocket<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A piece of lint must have<\/p>\n<p>Inseminated it<\/p>\n<p>Used its slippery tongue<\/p>\n<p>to implant into my pocket lining.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The embryo forgotten for a time<\/p>\n<p>But even the expecting pocket<\/p>\n<p>Miscarried, the fetus<\/p>\n<p>fallen to the floor of a grocery store<\/p>\n<p>Assuming the shape of a silverfish<\/p>\n<p>Skittered out over the linoleum<\/p>\n<p>I picked it up and shoved it<\/p>\n<p>To the bottom of my purse.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>One day I knew the bag needed cleaning<\/p>\n<p>Among the stray receipts and hand sanitizer<\/p>\n<p>I found a form that had finally come to term<\/p>\n<p>It was inevitable, discovering it, again<\/p>\n<p>The thing I wanted most.<\/p>\n<p>Do not unfold it.<\/p>\n<p>Do not erase its scribbled face.<\/p>\n<p>Stay teetering, on the brink of tossing it out,<\/p>\n<p>or thrusting the memoir back to the bottom of my bag.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I dreamt I didn\u2019t have a baby. Pregnant, the baby always dies, or I am just sterile. &nbsp; I decide to bury the dream no one else needs to know Jotted on a slip of paper folded it in half and half again. &nbsp; Tucked&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4718,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-113264","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113264","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\/4718"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=113264"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113264\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":113337,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113264\/revisions\/113337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=113264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=113264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=113264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}