{"id":34325,"date":"2017-08-05T13:41:04","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:41:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34325"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:41:15","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:41:15","slug":"suffocation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/suffocation\/","title":{"rendered":"Suffocation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At 8:37am last Tuesday, I smelled<br \/>\nthe end of summer. It promised<br \/>\nto leave with lightning this year,<br \/>\npromised more rain. I believe.<br \/>\nI haven&#8217;t met a season I didn&#8217;t love,<br \/>\nthat didn&#8217;t fill my lungs and keep<br \/>\nmy heart beating. Last year, fall<br \/>\npromised to stay longer, my dearest friend.<br \/>\nWinter, though abrupt and often abrasive,<br \/>\nhas apologized to me countless times<br \/>\nwith quietly grey skies. Spring<br \/>\nis my little sister, a hen under one arm<br \/>\nand a handful of azaleas, crown of wisteria.<br \/>\nBut summer brings the rain,<br \/>\nbrings the storms, brings thunder.<br \/>\nSummer stews hurricanes and simmers<br \/>\nmy skin, covers me in English ivy<br \/>\nso thick I can&#8217;t breathe. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At 8:37am last Tuesday, I smelled the end of summer. It promised to leave with lightning this year, promised more rain. I believe. I haven&#8217;t met a season I didn&#8217;t love, that didn&#8217;t fill my lungs and keep my heart beating. Last year, fall promised&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34325","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\/1119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34325"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34412,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34325\/revisions\/34412"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}