{"id":130826,"date":"2023-09-02T13:25:03","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:25:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130826"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:25:21","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:25:21","slug":"130826","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/130826\/","title":{"rendered":"Floatation only works when both bodies cannot sync."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <strong>Floatation only works when both bodies cannot sync.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">On the day my brother first learnt<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">To swim, someone died with<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A strange song in their mouth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The wind would then crack my<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mother\u2019s healthy lungs and plant<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">An ache, the size of a cough.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our house would then open<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And swallow condolences.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Ours mouths would then sing<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And squeeze hope-prayers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our songs would then break<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And fill all the pores on our bodies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our God would then open me to reality,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">On the day my brother first learnt to swim,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">His body and the river were both made of<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Light so they sync, the river would then<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Flow and casts its burden by the shore,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where my brothers water-filled body<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Would later be found \u2014sync.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Floatation only works when both bodies cannot sync. \u00a0 On the day my brother first learnt To swim, someone died with A strange song in their mouth. The wind would then crack my Mother\u2019s healthy lungs and plant An ache, the size of a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5283,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130826","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130826","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\/5283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130826"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130826\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130844,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130826\/revisions\/130844"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130826"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130826"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130826"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}