{"id":137722,"date":"2023-09-02T22:09:34","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:09:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=137722"},"modified":"2023-09-02T22:11:18","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:11:18","slug":"hour-thirteen-i-am-what","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-thirteen-i-am-what\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Thirteen: I am what?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I. What am I?<\/p>\n<p>Not everyone should be here.<\/p>\n<p>Piss-poor prose proves it.<\/p>\n<p>A life of homework and hormones,<\/p>\n<p>judge and jury, mom and mistress,<\/p>\n<p>tour guide to mind-travels, opening<\/p>\n<p>doors, smacking the knuckles of form,<\/p>\n<p>and crushing hopes, time, and progress,<\/p>\n<p>sometimes, and at other times,<\/p>\n<p>cradling children to their higher selves.<\/p>\n<p>II.What am I?<\/p>\n<p>And adults, too, not in sterile walls,<\/p>\n<p>but on soft cushions, brushed in<\/p>\n<p>pastel blues, pinks, and lavender,<\/p>\n<p>a wave wall below the billowing clouds,<\/p>\n<p>emanating from dark chocolate laminate,<\/p>\n<p>facsimile of earth and sky.<\/p>\n<p>Here, the magic grows from crooked toes,<\/p>\n<p>knobby knees, putrid breath, loose sphincter,<\/p>\n<p>synchronized to subtle movement, and<\/p>\n<p>peace, peace, and perfect peace.<\/p>\n<p>III. What am I?<\/p>\n<p>But not the cathode ray light,<\/p>\n<p>the one I tap at, looking for linguistic<\/p>\n<p>miracles, searching for synonyms,<\/p>\n<p>definitions, brisk, leisurely, narrow, wide,<\/p>\n<p>whichever way the words lean, the subject<\/p>\n<p>unwinding and then reeling back in,<\/p>\n<p>close to the bone, from vacuum cleaner<\/p>\n<p>reviews to gun crimes in New Jersey<\/p>\n<p>to Texas probates, and mans&#8217; best friend and beyond.<\/p>\n<p>A buck will get you 20, a hundred so much more, but<\/p>\n<p>Steady pay gets you life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I. What am I? Not everyone should be here. Piss-poor prose proves it. A life of homework and hormones, judge and jury, mom and mistress, tour guide to mind-travels, opening doors, smacking the knuckles of form, and crushing hopes, time, and progress, sometimes, and at&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137722","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137722","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137722"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137976,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137722\/revisions\/137976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}