{"id":27087,"date":"2016-08-14T04:06:37","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:06:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27087"},"modified":"2016-08-14T04:06:37","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:06:37","slug":"i-haunt-myself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/i-haunt-myself\/","title":{"rendered":"I Haunt Myself"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I Haunt Myself<\/p>\n<p>Place a pillow<br \/>\nover night&#8217;s closed<br \/>\ndoor, recumbent<br \/>\n light peering<br \/>\ninto silent dark.<br \/>\nLulled to sleep<br \/>\nby a confusion<br \/>\nso desolate.<br \/>\nWhat is truly<br \/>\nhaunting, is<br \/>\npossibility.<br \/>\nIlluminate concern,<br \/>\nat the stained<br \/>\nglow of<br \/>\ncaramelized morning.<br \/>\nWonder if<br \/>\nthe tongue-parch<br \/>\nand hunger from<br \/>\ninsomniac burst<br \/>\nis a marriage<br \/>\nof constructed<br \/>\nfear. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Haunt Myself Place a pillow over night&#8217;s closed door, recumbent light peering into silent dark. Lulled to sleep by a confusion so desolate. What is truly haunting, is possibility. Illuminate concern, at the stained glow of caramelized morning. Wonder if the tongue-parch and hunger&#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-27087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27087","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=27087"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27275,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27087\/revisions\/27275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}