{"id":134571,"date":"2023-09-02T17:46:28","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134571"},"modified":"2023-09-02T17:46:28","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:46:28","slug":"hour-8-unzipped","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-8-unzipped\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8 &#8211; Unzipped"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><b>Unzipped<\/b><\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I don\u2019t know how many hours I\u2019ve spent<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">wishing to shed this body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Just unzip my chest and let my ghost sink to the floor.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">No suit of skin, no tender veins, no ripening flesh,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">just a spirit in the shape of a question mark,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">melting, but not going anywhere,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as if something can melt back into itself.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Even rain does not have this luxury.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">With each time it freezes and returns to liquid<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">it is bound to different molecules,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">follows a different track across the planet<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And perhaps, with some thought,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">this is what I wanted after all.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For my organs to tumble from my body<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to live different lives.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For them to come back and whisper to my phantom<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">all the things they\u2019ve done.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Unzipped &nbsp; I don\u2019t know how many hours I\u2019ve spent wishing to shed this body. Just unzip my chest and let my ghost sink to the floor.\u00a0 No suit of skin, no tender veins, no ripening flesh, just a spirit in the shape of a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134571","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134571","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\/3778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134571"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134571\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134576,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134571\/revisions\/134576"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134571"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134571"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134571"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}