{"id":115390,"date":"2022-06-25T19:25:25","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:25:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=115390"},"modified":"2022-06-25T19:25:25","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:25:25","slug":"hour-11-one-winter-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-11-one-winter-here\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11: One Winter Here"},"content":{"rendered":"

I feel close but far, at home and one step out into a familiarity that refuses to recognize me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the glittery flower shop across the road that doesn’t sell anything I can ever like even if i love it<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the cars all big and small but mostly big that drive past me refusing to hit me knowing I want it?<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the tables and chairs placed close enough that I know everyone is talking but far enough so that I’m forever wondering what<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the tongues they speak all so familiar to me, familiar like my own, that refuses to flow as smoothly from me only slipping wildly<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the smoke that two strangers blow from their cigarettes sitting 5 feet away in the same direction but somehow still my way\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the many homes I\u2019ve lived in and left behind, I have had to befriend the city, the streets, the strangers, the vendors\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The walls of my house that refuse to hold my memories so everything is always either falling or fallen\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I can love it tonight, the Kashmiri chai, the cold air, the people who can\u2019t trace their home back to the city because it\u2019s only a little older than me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I will love it another night with food that is only close to everywhere else, and love that is ink with water, similar but useless<\/span><\/p>\n

I will stay a winter here and we will pretend this was love, and then you can let my memories fall and break.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I feel close but far, at home and one step out into a familiarity that refuses to recognize me, Like the glittery flower shop across the road that doesn’t sell anything I can ever like even if i love it Like the cars all big…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":930,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115390","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115390","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\/930"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115390"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115390\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115399,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115390\/revisions\/115399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115390"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115390"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}