Inside out<\/p>\n
From the gut <\/em>\u2013 the bones, the marrow, the soft & hidden Neural pathways crisscross the hidden me, who conceals Without<\/em> \u2013 the smile, the warm confidence. The careful <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Inside out From the gut \u2013 the bones, the marrow, the soft & hidden Places. Where who I really am hides, protected. Safe… Sequestered behind organs that pulse \u00a0 \u00a0inflate \u00a0 \u00a0record Move the seas of blood through the tiniest of tunnels. Over microscopic bridges…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35400","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35400"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35417,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35400\/revisions\/35417"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPlaces. Where who I really am hides, protected. Safe…
\nSequestered behind organs that pulse \u00a0 \u00a0inflate \u00a0 \u00a0record
\nMove the seas of blood through the tiniest of tunnels.
\nOver microscopic bridges without names<\/p>\n
\nHer presence in the ocean thrum of inner music, plucked
\nTendons \u00a0 \u00a0ligaments \u00a0 \u00a0the threads of artery & vein
\nEach with its own red voice, magnified in community
\nCamouflage for the uncertain<\/p>\n
\nLacquer of manners & skills. All the masks we wear
\nOver our inner lives. Silk and leather and the fey glitter
\nOf carefully polished words. None of it matching
\nAn interior landscape of apocalypse<\/p>\n