{"id":132228,"date":"2023-09-02T15:02:36","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:02:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132228"},"modified":"2023-09-03T02:08:23","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:08:23","slug":"thewindow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/thewindow\/","title":{"rendered":"The Window"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>cw: none<\/p>\n<p>One morning, the curtains were thrown open wide,<br \/>\nand the canary blinked and felt like its retinas were burning.<br \/>\nIn the color of the morning light,<br \/>\nit saw itself for the first time:<br \/>\nit had become so dirty, so grey,<br \/>\na shadowed facsimile of its former self.<br \/>\nAnd then it realized:<br \/>\nthere was no former self.<br \/>\nIt had been born without a voice,<br \/>\nand therefore rejected,<br \/>\nsince it could not save the lives<br \/>\nof those who had purchased it.<br \/>\nIt marveled at the light from the window,<br \/>\nbut it was so strange &#8211;<br \/>\nso strange to see something<br \/>\nso bright,<br \/>\nwhen it was used to darkness.<br \/>\nIt saw the world outside,<br \/>\nthe trees and the grass,<br \/>\nand it yearned to touch it.<br \/>\n(Not yet.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>cw: none One morning, the curtains were thrown open wide, and the canary blinked and felt like its retinas were burning. In the color of the morning light, it saw itself for the first time: it had become so dirty, so grey, a shadowed facsimile&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132228","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132228","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\/4005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132228"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132228\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132319,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132228\/revisions\/132319"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132228"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132228"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}