{"id":126671,"date":"2023-09-02T10:00:51","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126671"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:06:23","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:06:23","slug":"hour-1-52","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-1-52\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 1- Tearful Topography"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am on my side centipede\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For the sobs have drilled to the core already\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cracked and vibratoed\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I have fallen into the aftershocks\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The little trembles\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When the ache is deepest<\/span><\/p>\n

Has dripped its way through my throat\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Rested on my chest\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tripping over my lips as it leaves again\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A tear comes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Slow and salt\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Paralells gravity a while\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Trickles to nose\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Makes a turn\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And rolls over the cheekbone\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My hand makes a request\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

May I lift<\/span><\/i> it asks\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wipe this away<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So we can all stand\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Pretend better\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But sometimes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We just need to soak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The tear moves slower now<\/span><\/p>\n

Jaw-ward bound\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And I think\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Who am I to stop this journey\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Water is meant to move\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And I am meant to still<\/span><\/p>\n

To feel\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To breathe in and out\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And only that\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

These rules are ages old\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

From the last thaw\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When the glaciers moved\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Carved and dripped\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Their way through the hardness of the world\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have heard struggle described in diamonds<\/span><\/p>\n

That we will all shine under pressure<\/span><\/p>\n

But pressure is not the same as pain\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And a diamond pales\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the sediments of a valley\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I exhale\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Let the hollows of me guide the tear a little faster\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then it drops over auricle\u2019s cliffs\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

making corries of my smallest bones<\/span><\/p>\n

Currents rushing to the ear drum<\/span><\/p>\n

And they sound like truths\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And they sound like comfort\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And there is more to follow<\/span><\/i> tear says\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When it is all done\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I let my lands slide\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tilt my axis to the mirror<\/span><\/p>\n

And see the paths still\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

With their freckle deposits\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You are a landscape\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The soaked cheeks remind me\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This is how life grows.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I am on my side centipede\u00a0 For the sobs have drilled to the core already\u00a0 Cracked and vibratoed\u00a0 I have fallen into the aftershocks\u00a0 The little trembles\u00a0 When the ache is deepest Has dripped its way through my throat\u00a0 Rested on my chest\u00a0 Tripping over…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5310,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-126671","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126671","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\/5310"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126671"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126671\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127800,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126671\/revisions\/127800"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126671"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=126671"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=126671"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}