{"id":27142,"date":"2016-08-14T03:51:14","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T07:51:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27142"},"modified":"2016-08-16T01:15:56","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T05:15:56","slug":"prompt-hour-nineteen-phrases-used-unexpectedly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-hour-nineteen-phrases-used-unexpectedly\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Hour nineteen&#8211;phrases used unexpectedly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-29428\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Back-Burner-250x300.jpg\" alt=\"Back Burner\" width=\"250\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Back-Burner-250x300.jpg 250w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Back-Burner-768x922.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Back-Burner-853x1024.jpg 853w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Back-Burner.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Back Burner<\/p>\n<p>Picking up my children from my former home<br \/>\nwas a practice in diplomacy, anger restrained<br \/>\nas I wove\u00a0around broken machinery,\u00a0lumber,<br \/>\nanimal waste, in a yard I had kept pristine.<\/p>\n<p><em>Welcome home<\/em>, I muttered to myself, wrinkling<br \/>\nmy nose against the stench of livestock\u00a0roaming<br \/>\nfreely, finally arriving at the front door, hearing<br \/>\n<em>How are you? <\/em>through the broken\u00a0screen door<br \/>\nfrom an ex who had observed my painstaking<br \/>\npath, and more than likely wished me dead.<\/p>\n<p><em>Fine, thank you, <\/em>I\u00a0replied through the choking, red<br \/>\nrage in my throat as I awaited the outside arrival<br \/>\nof\u00a0my children, eager to sweep them swiftly away<br \/>\nto the clean comfort of my own new home, my<br \/>\nparting shot on our way to the car: <em>Have a nice day<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Tracy Plath<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back Burner Picking up my children from my former home was a practice in diplomacy, anger restrained as I wove\u00a0around broken machinery,\u00a0lumber, animal waste, in a yard I had kept pristine. Welcome home, I muttered to myself, wrinkling my nose against the stench of livestock\u00a0roaming&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27142","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27142"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27142\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29430,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27142\/revisions\/29430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}