{"id":34205,"date":"2017-08-05T13:36:13","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:36:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34205"},"modified":"2022-06-27T18:46:38","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T22:46:38","slug":"summer-girls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/summer-girls\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Girls"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>8\/5\/17 10:22am<br \/>\nSummer Girls<\/p>\n<p>We slip off into the night to slip out of our clothes,<br \/>\nremove our skins for the neighborhood eyes<br \/>\nflying through the park, her pale moon thighs,<br \/>\na blur of elbows and ankles,<br \/>\nlip gloss and bangles, rolling in the grass.<br \/>\nAnd he was her first but would be my eighth,<br \/>\nfilling me in the dark with his broken collarbone<br \/>\nhis lilting lyrics and poised promises.<br \/>\nHer mom would sleep til the sun rose.<br \/>\nThen he slows and I realize<br \/>\nI lost my earring, my favorite earring,<br \/>\nhuge-like-a-chandelier-Edie-Sedgwick-earring.<br \/>\nI comfort myself in that all possessions are temporary and then<br \/>\nhe finds it wedged in the green and places it in my hand,<br \/>\nmy sweaty shaking hand.<\/p>\n<p>I laugh at the thought of keeping something that I&#8217;ve already let go of<br \/>\nJust like you.<br \/>\nAnd just like you,<br \/>\nI fling it from me, silver streaking through the trees<br \/>\nmy knees are blade-stained and bare.<br \/>\nI left it there<br \/>\njust like I left you<br \/>\ntearing through the night like sisters, like a Tori Amos song.<br \/>\nAll along you were the light that lead me back home<br \/>\nand now we&#8217;ve grown into proper women.<br \/>\nStill a blur of elbows and ankles, still filled with lyrics and promises.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>8\/5\/17 10:22am Summer Girls We slip off into the night to slip out of our clothes, remove our skins for the neighborhood eyes flying through the park, her pale moon thighs, a blur of elbows and ankles, lip gloss and bangles, rolling in the grass&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34205","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\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34205"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34205\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123928,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34205\/revisions\/123928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}