{"id":25752,"date":"2016-08-13T23:17:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T03:17:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25752"},"modified":"2016-08-14T20:07:09","modified_gmt":"2016-08-15T00:07:09","slug":"hour-15-my-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-15-my-heart\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 15- My Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I lay on the table<\/p>\n<p>Wires pressed into my body<\/p>\n<p>I closed my eyes<\/p>\n<p>As the technician<\/p>\n<p>Uses his wand<\/p>\n<p>Pressing into my skin<\/p>\n<p>I can hear my heart<\/p>\n<p>On his monitor<\/p>\n<p>A slushy steady thump<\/p>\n<p>He moves his wand around<\/p>\n<p>Talking and feeling<\/p>\n<p>He would tell me when to breathe<\/p>\n<p>And when not to breathe<\/p>\n<p>My heart now beat inside my chest<\/p>\n<p>and outside too<\/p>\n<p>As if I had two hearts<\/p>\n<p>One within and one floating through the room<\/p>\n<p>The technician would stop and hold to take a picture<\/p>\n<p>One particular spot catching his eye<\/p>\n<p>I could tell by his lack of communicating<\/p>\n<p>He was studying and wondering<\/p>\n<p>My heart had a weakness<\/p>\n<p>But was very strong<\/p>\n<p>He told me again and again<\/p>\n<p>How strong it was<\/p>\n<p>As it beat inside me and outside me too<\/p>\n<p>I knew it really was strong<\/p>\n<p>It had weathered love and divorce<\/p>\n<p>Loss and hope<\/p>\n<p>Later the Doctor would explain<\/p>\n<p>The small aneurism<\/p>\n<p>That would later disappear<\/p>\n<p>But the sound of my heart<\/p>\n<p>Beating<\/p>\n<p>Two places at once<\/p>\n<p>It would be all right to give it away<\/p>\n<p>It could beat inside me<\/p>\n<p>And inside someone else too<\/p>\n<p>I could keep it safe while giving it away<\/p>\n<p>It was a strong heart<\/p>\n<p>I had heard it for myself<\/p>\n<p>And the technician had told me so<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I lay on the table Wires pressed into my body I closed my eyes As the technician Uses his wand Pressing into my skin I can hear my heart On his monitor A slushy steady thump He moves his wand around Talking and feeling He&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25752","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\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25752"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29165,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25752\/revisions\/29165"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}