{"id":134509,"date":"2023-09-02T17:44:45","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:44:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134509"},"modified":"2023-09-02T17:45:32","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:45:32","slug":"134509","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/134509\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sunday Movies"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>HOUR 6<\/p>\n<p>SUNDAY MOVIES<\/p>\n<p>Nothing prepared me for college.<\/p>\n<p>I was a city girl<\/p>\n<p>who&#8217;d never left home.<\/p>\n<p>College was in a rural setting,<\/p>\n<p>eight hundred miles,<\/p>\n<p>and three states away.<\/p>\n<p>The highpoint of our lives<\/p>\n<p>were the weekly English movies,<\/p>\n<p>where we could meet<\/p>\n<p>young officers from the army base.<\/p>\n<p>In their presence,<\/p>\n<p>our walks had an extra sway,<\/p>\n<p>and hair was tossed around often.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>On such a Sunday,<\/p>\n<p>My two best friends and I<\/p>\n<p>were swaying and tossing,<\/p>\n<p>in our best clinging sarees,<\/p>\n<p>when a cow approached<\/p>\n<p>at a run<\/p>\n<p>straight at us.<\/p>\n<p>Without a second thought,<\/p>\n<p>one best friend and I ran and<\/p>\n<p>reached a ditch.<\/p>\n<p>With vulgarly hiked-up sarees,<\/p>\n<p>like synchronized gazelles,<\/p>\n<p>we sailed across to safety.<\/p>\n<p>When we looked around,<\/p>\n<p>our other best friend,<\/p>\n<p>was still running in front of the cow,<\/p>\n<p>screaming \u2018save me\u2019<\/p>\n<p>like a B-grade heroine.<\/p>\n<p>We couldn\u2019t control our amusement,<\/p>\n<p>while a gleeful officer pulled her away.<\/p>\n<p>The cow kept running.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn\u2019t chasing us after all.<\/p>\n<p>It was just in a hurry.<\/p>\n<p>Later, I had just one best friend.<\/p>\n<p>And the Sunday movies were<\/p>\n<p>indefinitely postponed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>HOUR 6 SUNDAY MOVIES Nothing prepared me for college. I was a city girl who&#8217;d never left home. College was in a rural setting, eight hundred miles, and three states away. The highpoint of our lives were the weekly English movies, where we could meet&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134509","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\/2873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134509"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134559,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134509\/revisions\/134559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}