{"id":127076,"date":"2023-09-02T10:10:58","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:10:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=127076"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:10:58","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:10:58","slug":"moth-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/moth-2\/","title":{"rendered":"moth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I hear the moth caught in the stickied light trap<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Unable to cry out in a way that I can hear<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But the frantic beating of fluffed wings buffets my heartstrings just as well<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I ache for it, feel sorrow that it suffers<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But rejoice as the plug in works just as intended<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And now the moth cannot make demons from the shadows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Cannot ambush my peace in the twi-lit kitchen<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This creature suffers because I protected my serenity<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Do I feel guilty about her pain, or about standing up for my tranquility?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Setting boundaries with words goes nowhere<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Using other means feels like war<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Im not sacrificing my sense of safety<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To keep you flying high, moth(er)<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hear the moth caught in the stickied light trap Unable to cry out in a way that I can hear &nbsp; But the frantic beating of fluffed wings buffets my heartstrings just as well &nbsp; I ache for it, feel sorrow that it suffers&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5396,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5795,5796,1221,511,2875],"class_list":["post-127076","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-boundaries","tag-guilt","tag-mom","tag-mother","tag-protect"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127076","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\/5396"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127076"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127877,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127076\/revisions\/127877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127076"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127076"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}