{"id":134490,"date":"2023-09-02T17:41:18","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:41:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134490"},"modified":"2023-09-02T17:41:18","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:41:18","slug":"hour-9-jacket","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-9-jacket\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 9 &#8211; Jacket"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jacket<\/p>\n<p>That jacket<br \/>\nThe one you wore throughout your childhood<br \/>\nBeet red<br \/>\nRips at the collar and elbow<br \/>\nA black elk head emblazoned on the back<\/p>\n<p>I see it still<br \/>\nSee you in it the night you stole the lightbulb from the carport<br \/>\nNot considering our fort in the woods had no electricity<br \/>\nYour bright red jacket could have been a dead giveaway<br \/>\nBut you were always too quick to get caught<\/p>\n<p>I remember the bait you carried in that rusted old bucket<br \/>\nBeet red jacket trudging down the path<br \/>\nThinking you were going to fish in the bayou<br \/>\nWithout a pole, or net, or boat<br \/>\nJust a pailful of smelly old worms<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d share my stash of Halloween candy with you<br \/>\nYour costume that year a biker in a red jacket<br \/>\nYou said you liked the cinnamon ones best<br \/>\nBut was that just because you knew I didn\u2019t like them?<br \/>\nYou seemed only to have whatever was left over<\/p>\n<p>I remember your tremor when the streetlights came on<br \/>\nKnowing you were expected home<br \/>\nI thought it was leaving play behind that upset you<br \/>\nNever knowing it was the idea of home that made you shake<\/p>\n<p>I wish I had that jacket now<br \/>\nI could sew the torn places for you<br \/>\nMake it look as sharp as you deserve<br \/>\nBut nothing can fix what happened to you<br \/>\nAnd you don\u2019t need a jacket anymore <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jacket That jacket The one you wore throughout your childhood Beet red Rips at the collar and elbow A black elk head emblazoned on the back I see it still See you in it the night you stole the lightbulb from the carport Not considering&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1047,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134490","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134490","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\/1047"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134490"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134490\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134504,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134490\/revisions\/134504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134490"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134490"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134490"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}