{"id":138263,"date":"2023-09-02T22:39:39","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:39:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=138263"},"modified":"2023-09-02T22:39:39","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:39:39","slug":"poem-14-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/poem-14-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 14"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Gas station girl<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wears different earrings each visit<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">One day she wore gold, the next she wore pearls<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Such delicate material<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In this hidden and dingy 76<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Your presence is ethereal<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I stand among humming machinery<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As you walk in, scratching your nose\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brown eyes flickering over the lottery\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cYour earrings are great\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I say in my head<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In the silence you smile and ask, \u201cPump 8?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I hear\u00a0 the familiar chime as you leave<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And watch you do the littler things<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And imagine if you&#8217;re exactly as you seem<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Gas station girl<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my isolation at the 76<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I wonder what it&#8217;s like to be in your world<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And wear earrings of gold and earrings of pearls<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gas station girl Wears different earrings each visit One day she wore gold, the next she wore pearls &nbsp; Such delicate material In this hidden and dingy 76 Your presence is ethereal &nbsp; I stand among humming machinery As you walk in, scratching your nose\u00a0&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5300,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138263","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\/5300"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138263"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":138277,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138263\/revisions\/138277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}