{"id":24250,"date":"2016-08-13T19:53:29","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:53:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24250"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:53:29","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:53:29","slug":"11-salvations-mistress-persona-as-someone-without-a-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/11-salvations-mistress-persona-as-someone-without-a-home\/","title":{"rendered":"#11 – Salvation’s Mistress (Persona as someone without a home)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I needed her like a jilted lover.
\n<\/span><\/span>There was comfort when she was open,
\n<\/span><\/span>but, too often she was unavailable.
\n<\/span><\/span>I despised her in those awkward moments,
\n<\/span><\/span>when I registered as Robert Flynn
\n<\/span><\/span>and they eyed me, judging up and down,
\n<\/span><\/span>whether or not to let me in.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She’d serve you breakfast, if you were willing,
\n<\/span><\/span>scrambled eggs and toast, maybe a sausage.
\n<\/span><\/span>I rarely ate her food, the boarders bothered me
\n<\/span><\/span>with their gripes and lonely disrespect
\n<\/span><\/span>They’d borrow your cigarettes, like their clan
\n<\/span><\/span>but rob your backpack blind in a heartbeat
\n<\/span><\/span>Life was tough at the Sally Ann.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Mr Flynn, they called my name, You must leave
\n<\/span><\/span>Someone said I fought in the TV room, and I did
\n<\/span><\/span>There are rules to follow and lines to be drawn,
\n<\/span><\/span>or, you’ll be low man and pushed to the side
\n<\/span><\/span>Nothing counts but a man’s fear or a bit of clout
\n<\/span><\/span>and if she seems to like you just a little bit,
\n<\/span><\/span>in the winter, there’s a chance she won’t kick you out<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I got to stay that night, you’re lucky Mr Flynn,
\n<\/span><\/span>it’s below zero outside and she says you can sleep
\n<\/span><\/span>One night, not two, it seems I just caused problems
\n<\/span><\/span>I grabbed my mat, my number, and a sheet
\n<\/span><\/span>The backpack was a pillow and the sheet a cover
\n<\/span><\/span>I spent the night half awake through droning snores
\n<\/span><\/span>remembering why Miss Sally was my jilting lover<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I needed her like a jilted lover. There was comfort when she was open, but, too often she was unavailable. I despised her in those awkward moments, when I registered as Robert Flynn and they eyed me, judging up and down, whether or not to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[1179,1177,1253,1372,1543],"class_list":["post-24250","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-canada","tag-chowilawu","tag-gislason","tag-native","tag-nikiwan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24250","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\/806"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24250"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24250\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24262,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24250\/revisions\/24262"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24250"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24250"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24250"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}