{"id":34218,"date":"2017-08-05T13:41:35","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:41:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34218"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:41:35","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:41:35","slug":"wild-strawberries-and-a-conditional-statement","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/wild-strawberries-and-a-conditional-statement\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild Strawberries and a Conditional Statement"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is nothing wild anymore,<br \/>\nnothing sweet or real or free.<br \/>\nGod gave me wild strawberries<br \/>\nI ate until my lips were red.<\/p>\n<p>The crawdads don&#8217;t live here now.<br \/>\nNo mounded holes, no hidden home.<br \/>\nThe old men with their whiskey bottles<br \/>\nand their sticks have all gone home.<\/p>\n<p>The children must be kept indoors,<br \/>\ntheir forts torn down, their fields mown short.<br \/>\nThe authorities will provide sterility, safety,<br \/>\nand large strawberries without flavor.<\/p>\n<p>If: wildness is danger<br \/>\nIf: berries are not sweet<br \/>\nIf: God is not real<br \/>\nThen: this place is no longer my home<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is nothing wild anymore, nothing sweet or real or free. God gave me wild strawberries I ate until my lips were red. The crawdads don&#8217;t live here now. No mounded holes, no hidden home. The old men with their whiskey bottles and their sticks&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":844,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34218","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\/844"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34418,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34218\/revisions\/34418"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}