{"id":33051,"date":"2017-08-05T11:44:15","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:44:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33051"},"modified":"2017-08-05T11:44:15","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:44:15","slug":"little-to-say-so-far-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/little-to-say-so-far-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Little to Say, So Far Away"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In a hospital waiting room, they meet.<\/p>\n<p>A prisoner of war and a plastic surgeon.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pale in color and demeanor, the POW. Bronzed and tan, is the rich, successful doctor.<\/p>\n<p>Sterile is the air between them, ammonia-tinged and \u00a0frighteningly still.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Though the room is packed with people, there is no one else these two women can see. They&#8217;ve both overcome such overwhelming odds but when given the chance, neither has much to say. Two sisters, so close via blood, yet in life, so far away.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-33163\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0596-300x289.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"289\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0596-300x289.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0596-768x740.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0596.jpg 976w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a hospital waiting room, they meet. A prisoner of war and a plastic surgeon. &nbsp; Pale in color and demeanor, the POW. Bronzed and tan, is the rich, successful doctor. Sterile is the air between them, ammonia-tinged and \u00a0frighteningly still. &nbsp; Though the room&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":948,"featured_media":33163,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2187,15,2186],"class_list":["post-33051","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-plastic-surgeon","tag-poem","tag-pow"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33051","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\/948"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33051"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33051\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33172,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33051\/revisions\/33172"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/33163"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33051"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33051"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33051"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}