{"id":3527,"date":"2014-08-23T22:41:56","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T02:41:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3527"},"modified":"2014-08-23T22:41:56","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T02:41:56","slug":"homecoming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/homecoming\/","title":{"rendered":"Homecoming"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Home is no longer a feeling<br \/>\nit is my bed<br \/>\nand people who tell me they love me<br \/>\nwithout me forming a sentence that<br \/>\nbears to question them for it<br \/>\nmy name isn&#8217;t whispered<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the theme of parties<br \/>\nwho knew that their hugs<br \/>\nwould be homecoming<\/p>\n<p>I am less excited for praise<br \/>\nthan I am for the rest that comes<br \/>\nthereafter<br \/>\nsleeping with an empty conscience<br \/>\nmakes for less headaches<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>__ar.<\/p>\n<p><em>(Addictions poem. from the perspective of the recovered addict)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Home is no longer a feeling it is my bed and people who tell me they love me without me forming a sentence that bears to question them for it my name isn&#8217;t whispered it&#8217;s the theme of parties who knew that their hugs would&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3527","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\/73"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3527"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3528,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3527\/revisions\/3528"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}