{"id":3043,"date":"2014-08-23T19:31:47","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T23:31:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3043"},"modified":"2014-08-25T11:04:56","modified_gmt":"2014-08-25T15:04:56","slug":"shes-come-undone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/shes-come-undone\/","title":{"rendered":"she&#8217;s come undone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>they say she&#8217;s sick<\/p>\n<p>cuz she leaves her windows open<\/p>\n<p>when it&#8217;s cold outside-<\/p>\n<p>curtains blowing in the wind;<\/p>\n<p>lost her husband and kids all grown-<\/p>\n<p>they pat my head and say leave her &#8216;lone<\/p>\n<p>but she fascinates me with<\/p>\n<p>her silver blue hair always tied in a bun.<\/p>\n<p>she told me once she&#8217;s come undone<\/p>\n<p>and she has to nap from one to three just to put her shoes on her feet,<\/p>\n<p>i have no idea what she means but i smile<\/p>\n<p>and go back to my house.<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>they say she&#8217;s crazy<\/p>\n<p>cuz she piles up trash in cardboard boxes on her porch<\/p>\n<p>while she swats at flies with a dingy hankie-<\/p>\n<p>small hands and wrinkled skin,<\/p>\n<p>she looks so sad so i try to make conversation with her.<\/p>\n<p>she tells me she&#8217;s come undone<\/p>\n<p>that her whole world is gone and she doesn&#8217;t know why<\/p>\n<p>they left her here.<\/p>\n<p>i have no idea what she means and i walk back to my house<\/p>\n<p>wondering if she was happy i even stopped.<\/p>\n<p>III<\/p>\n<p>They say she&#8217;s lonely<\/p>\n<p>cuz she talks out loud when no one&#8217;s there<\/p>\n<p>and she rocks for hours as if that is her day&#8217;s work.<\/p>\n<p>in raggedy slippers and her housecoat,<\/p>\n<p>with arms folded-<\/p>\n<p>in the middle of winter she sits there with her windows open<\/p>\n<p>curtains blowing in the wind<\/p>\n<p>trash piled up in cardboard boxes-<\/p>\n<p>swatting flies;<\/p>\n<p>i don&#8217;t know why they left me here she yells<\/p>\n<p>over and over again;<\/p>\n<p>but now i understand,<\/p>\n<p>she really has come undone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>they say she&#8217;s sick cuz she leaves her windows open when it&#8217;s cold outside- curtains blowing in the wind; lost her husband and kids all grown- they pat my head and say leave her &#8216;lone but she fascinates me with her silver blue hair always&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3043","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\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3043"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4760,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3043\/revisions\/4760"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}