{"id":35648,"date":"2017-08-05T17:01:32","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35648"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:01:32","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:01:32","slug":"molly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/molly\/","title":{"rendered":"molly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">she hides my keys<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when i try to leave<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">heart breaks<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to not always stay<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i\u2019d move into the attic<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">sleep on scratchy carpet<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">choking 3rd floor air<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to be able to<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">bound down the stairs to her room<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">morning<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">first thing<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">eat breakfast out of bowls<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">on the couch<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">silently smiling<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the rasp in her voice<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her choice of cartoons<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to be there always<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">never leaving<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i wouldn\u2019t have to take<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">snapshots with my mind<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to remember <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the way she pours milk<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the smooth scar on her knee<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the freckle under her eye<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>she hides my keys when i try to leave &nbsp; heart breaks to not always stay &nbsp; i\u2019d move into the attic sleep on scratchy carpet choking 3rd floor air to be able to bound down the stairs to her room morning first thing &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":995,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35648","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35648","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\/995"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35648"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35648\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35738,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35648\/revisions\/35738"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35648"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35648"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35648"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}