{"id":27107,"date":"2016-08-14T03:27:43","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T07:27:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27107"},"modified":"2016-08-14T03:27:43","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T07:27:43","slug":"russ","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/russ\/","title":{"rendered":"Russ"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Russ<\/p>\n<p>Frannie Z<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>To my everlasting fear<\/p>\n<p>and delight,<\/p>\n<p>Russ barreled his old Chevrolet<\/p>\n<p>out of the parking lot<\/p>\n<p>af 100 miles an hour.<\/p>\n<p>He and I sang songs<\/p>\n<p>from the 1950\u2019s and early 1960\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>on dates and over the phone.<\/p>\n<p>It broke my heart in two<\/p>\n<p>when he went with Linda.<\/p>\n<p>For days<\/p>\n<p>I cried scrummy tears<\/p>\n<p>right in class<\/p>\n<p>and even worse, in gym.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But a few months later<\/p>\n<p>he sat next to me in Sex Ed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We put the bed against the door<\/p>\n<p>in my room<\/p>\n<p>and explored the possibilities.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Twenty years later<\/p>\n<p>he asked me out again.<\/p>\n<p>I said no, but that night<\/p>\n<p>on the way back<\/p>\n<p>we sang.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019s a DJ now<\/p>\n<p>near LA<\/p>\n<p>with wife number 3<\/p>\n<p>behind the golden California door<\/p>\n<p>of a big classic pink Cadillac.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cactii flower near his garage,<\/p>\n<p>And he wears suits<\/p>\n<p>Instead of black jeans.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>His wife blonds her hair<\/p>\n<p>And goes running<\/p>\n<p>After she shops.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Who knows who they\u2019re voting for?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But every time I sing with the radio,<\/p>\n<p>We still blend.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Russ Frannie Z &nbsp; To my everlasting fear and delight, Russ barreled his old Chevrolet out of the parking lot af 100 miles an hour. He and I sang songs from the 1950\u2019s and early 1960\u2019s on dates and over the phone. It broke my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":718,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27107","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\/718"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27107"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27116,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27107\/revisions\/27116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}