{"id":131349,"date":"2023-09-02T14:22:20","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:22:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=131349"},"modified":"2023-09-02T14:22:20","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:22:20","slug":"sa%e1%b9%83sara-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/sa%e1%b9%83sara-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Sa\u1e43s\u0101ra (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She was an adderall addled techno gnostic<\/p>\n<p>having graduated from wicca and the baby witches<\/p>\n<p>who still hung around the apartment talking about incense<\/p>\n<p>and the men they were screwing and how awful they were.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The occult is not fun or cool<\/p>\n<p>and mostly bores people or perplexes them<\/p>\n<p>her new late night rituals and readings<\/p>\n<p>had me putting crucifixes on my bedroom door.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It took one bad salvia trip<\/p>\n<p>and she was screaming at me over the phone<\/p>\n<p>about how we were on a prison planet<\/p>\n<p>that not even death could free us from the Demiurge.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It was a unique despair<\/p>\n<p>the idea of the eternal matrix<\/p>\n<p>of endless repetition<\/p>\n<p>and knowing it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Made worse by the pills<\/p>\n<p>providing intensity and laser focus<\/p>\n<p>staring at spots in the air<\/p>\n<p>like she could very well see the grid.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I drug her outside one Saturday morning<\/p>\n<p>after dumping the pills and tomes in the trash<\/p>\n<p>I pulled up some dewy grass and closed it into her hand<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;This is real,&#8217; I said\u00a0 &#8216;And so are you.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She was an adderall addled techno gnostic having graduated from wicca and the baby witches who still hung around the apartment talking about incense and the men they were screwing and how awful they were. &nbsp; The occult is not fun or cool and mostly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3743,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-131349","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131349","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\/3743"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131349"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131349\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":131723,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131349\/revisions\/131723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131349"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131349"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}