{"id":133754,"date":"2023-09-02T16:47:07","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=133754"},"modified":"2023-09-02T16:47:07","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:47:07","slug":"for-the-gaping-quiet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/for-the-gaping-quiet\/","title":{"rendered":"For the gaping quiet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>for the gaping quiet <\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0I fear the silence of life more than of dead things.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0The sky opens, and pours blue serum into my loneliness<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">My mother; hope in a gown, curbs \u00a0her fear of the dark<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Into her chest\u2014the best place to hide a bad memory is where the darkness resides.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The best place to be light is where the darkness leaves you. My father is a home for angels that lost \u00a0\u00a0their way through the storm, my father is the place the earth paused for resuscitation, my father is all the people the war ate and communally tagged heroes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m by the side of a river, \u00a0\u00a0Carrying all the emptiness and pouring us dark-milky syrup into the palmar crease of the Nile<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I swear this isn\u2019t holiness.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I swear I do not seek validation that much.\u00a0 I swear the day the flowers bloom my body would not succumb to the rhythm of the terror; the silicon silence; the gaping quiet slowly eating through the night, eating through my mothers biggest fear\u2014death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>for the gaping quiet \u00a0I fear the silence of life more than of dead things. \u00a0The sky opens, and pours blue serum into my loneliness My mother; hope in a gown, curbs \u00a0her fear of the dark Into her chest\u2014the best place to hide 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-133754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133754","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=133754"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133761,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133754\/revisions\/133761"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}