{"id":17771,"date":"2016-08-13T10:51:01","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:51:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17771"},"modified":"2016-08-13T10:51:01","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:51:01","slug":"teachers-who-require-family-history-assignments-should-go-fuck-themselves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/teachers-who-require-family-history-assignments-should-go-fuck-themselves\/","title":{"rendered":"Teachers Who Require Family History Assignments Should go Fuck Themselves"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Teachers Who Require Family History Assignments Should go Fuck Themselves<\/p>\n<p>after Ollie Schminkey<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Still no one told me how my grandpa died. He and all his boys had names with the letter &#8220;T.&#8221; Like they&#8217;re all semblance of variation to him and I&#8217;m wondering how I can get even smaller. How tiny can I make my eyes without shutting them? My mother doesn&#8217;t even acknowledge my father&#8217;s family until they seem to intrude with kindness. She ask me whyI&#8217;d want to vacation up north where they live. There&#8217;s nothing there. Sure, trees. Their economy so bad. No jobs. She tell me without telling me I&#8217;m wrong. Next answer.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Everything is bipolar when you scrounge deep enough. My mother sells my father&#8217;s and my sister&#8217;s artwork under her own name. My father used to throw his own shit at cars with his brothers. Beatings were a routine like brushing teeth before bed. He never touched me. Maybe that&#8217;s fear. He tells me stories of Cold War Germany and how the Czechs would moon them across the border on their walls. He tells me how he smashed a man&#8217;s face in with the bronze sheen of a beer bottle because he was harassing every woman and military man in the bar.<\/p>\n<p>He tells me never to salt a man&#8217;s coffee. He lives on it the way I shoulder social anxiety and depression with cheap college backpack and a one eyed glance at doorways. I don&#8217;t speak to my aunt who has onset dementia and a failing nervous system anymore. She used to give me CDs and books and movies. My uncle hasn&#8217;t changed a day.<\/p>\n<p>My mom speaks groundhog day 20 questions to me. My sternum knots itself with her inborn smoking habits 25 years in the making. She still thinks it&#8217;s a secret. We hold onto addictions like the want of eye contact and smiles when in love. I hold onto my already dead sister after her stroke and brush her hair like we&#8217;re ten and seven again. Grandma&#8217;s dead at 88 and the house sold too cheap and no one has Thanksgiving together anymore. We are not together. I fail at suicide ten days later. Everyone still asks me the same questions or not at all. Nothing has changed. Funny how temporary death really is.<\/p>\n<p>Internal heart, meet wind. Be gone. Love like wave always returning to smother kiss on beach.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing ever changes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Teachers Who Require Family History Assignments Should go Fuck Themselves after Ollie Schminkey &nbsp; Still no one told me how my grandpa died. He and all his boys had names with the letter &#8220;T.&#8221; Like they&#8217;re all semblance of variation to him and I&#8217;m wondering&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":717,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17771","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17771","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\/717"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17771"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17771\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18761,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17771\/revisions\/18761"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17771"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17771"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17771"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}