{"id":140540,"date":"2023-09-03T03:40:49","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:40:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140540"},"modified":"2023-09-03T03:41:22","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:41:22","slug":"her-dad-is-a-diesel-mechanic-or-annoying-my-girlfriend-and-her-mom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/her-dad-is-a-diesel-mechanic-or-annoying-my-girlfriend-and-her-mom\/","title":{"rendered":"Her Dad is a Diesel Mechanic, or Annoying My Girlfriend and Her Mom (19)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He sewed his thumb back on in the woods<\/p>\n<p>with some fishing line<\/p>\n<p>I have broken my arm twice<\/p>\n<p>and each time I sucked in a lot of air and teared up<\/p>\n<p>waiting in a clean hospital ER for a bed<\/p>\n<p>going like this:<\/p>\n<p>oooh-ahhhh-ooooh-ahhhh<\/p>\n<p>and been a bitch otherwise my entire life<\/p>\n<p>when he tells me about them boys at work<\/p>\n<p>running the machines into the ground<\/p>\n<p>I go along with him<\/p>\n<p>and say, you can&#8217;t find anybody worth a durn<\/p>\n<p>and he agrees with a grunt<\/p>\n<p>then tells me about being shot at by union men<\/p>\n<p>that wanted the job he and his father took<\/p>\n<p>because it was their state<\/p>\n<p>and his father almost ran them over with a truck<\/p>\n<p>and he tells me that he once went<\/p>\n<p>to a martial arts gym and the black belt instructor<\/p>\n<p>couldn&#8217;t do anything to keep him down<\/p>\n<p>one time a guy picked him up in the air<\/p>\n<p>with a lift and shook it so he might fall<\/p>\n<p>much to the laughs of the other men<\/p>\n<p>and he put vice grips around this man&#8217;s chest<\/p>\n<p>and squeezed on them until ribs were broken<\/p>\n<p>after he finally let him down<\/p>\n<p>and I nodded and grunted and yessir&#8217;d my way<\/p>\n<p>up until my girlfriend&#8217;s mom asked me<\/p>\n<p>what tool he&#8217;s referring to when he talks about<\/p>\n<p>fixing this thing on the cherry pickers they broke<\/p>\n<p>I stutter for a second and then turn to look at her<\/p>\n<p>now joined by my girlfriend<\/p>\n<p>grinning like hungry wolves.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He sewed his thumb back on in the woods with some fishing line I have broken my arm twice and each time I sucked in a lot of air and teared up waiting in a clean hospital ER for a bed going like this: oooh-ahhhh-ooooh-ahhhh&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3743,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140540","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140540","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\/3743"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=140540"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140540\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140752,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140540\/revisions\/140752"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=140540"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=140540"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=140540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}