{"id":21676,"date":"2016-08-13T16:00:54","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21676"},"modified":"2016-08-14T08:17:39","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T12:17:39","slug":"javier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/javier\/","title":{"rendered":"Javier"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There was a man in Acapulco,<br \/>\nWhere the waves wash as high as the mountains.<br \/>\nAnd in the wet wind of June,<br \/>\nMy foolish old heart wanted to kiss him.<\/p>\n<p>His echo\u00a0swirled\u00a0around\u00a0me like chocolate,<br \/>\nWhen his hand took mine, helping me<br \/>\nIn and out, on and off.<br \/>\nOur words not saying what they meant.<\/p>\n<p>Late one evening, against a cold wall<br \/>\nThe truth escaped his lips.<br \/>\nTwo girls and a boy. And a wife.<br \/>\nJust a car, a man, and my imagination.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a man in Acapulco, Where the waves wash as high as the mountains. And in the wet wind of June, My foolish old heart wanted to kiss him. His echo\u00a0swirled\u00a0around\u00a0me like chocolate, When his hand took mine, helping me In and out, on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21676","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21676"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21676\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22076,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21676\/revisions\/22076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}