{"id":16338,"date":"2016-08-13T09:28:52","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:28:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=16338"},"modified":"2016-08-13T09:28:52","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:28:52","slug":"1-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/1-3\/","title":{"rendered":"1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The walls hang crooked.<br \/>\nThe bottoms don\u2019t touch.<br \/>\nThe outside seeps<br \/>\nin like a heavier metal.<br \/>\nMy skin a feast for any jaw<br \/>\nthat can close on it. Quiet<br \/>\nheart, quiet your clanging<br \/>\nis waking the children.<br \/>\nThere are no children. How<br \/>\ncan even a bell be<br \/>\nout of tune. I mean, I can\u2019t hear<br \/>\nthe tune. I mean,<br \/>\nif I can\u2019t hear it, how can<br \/>\nthe heart be in it? The welts<br \/>\nrise up. The body a red<br \/>\nand white sand paper.<br \/>\nGive me something to rub<br \/>\nagainst and smooth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The walls hang crooked. The bottoms don\u2019t touch. The outside seeps in like a heavier metal. My skin a feast for any jaw that can close on it. Quiet heart, quiet your clanging is waking the children. There are no children. How can even a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16338","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\/36"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16338"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17856,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16338\/revisions\/17856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}