8\/5\/2017 1:58pm
\nCoyote Love<\/p>\n
I always did it for the moments I could spend with you<\/strong> <\/p>\n -Excerpt from Candy’s Poem<\/em>\u00a0(Candy, 2006)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 8\/5\/2017 1:58pm Coyote Love I always did it for the moments I could spend with you Do you remember how hard and long you came? There were crevices and canyons in my heart that I begged for you to leap into Clenching your eyes and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36224","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\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36224"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123931,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36224\/revisions\/123931"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDo you remember how hard and long you came<\/strong>?
\nThere were crevices and canyons in my heart that I begged for you to leap into<\/strong>
\nClenching your eyes and fists and looking just like my<\/strong>
\nTeenage years that were spent trying to take a life<\/strong>
\nNot necessarily my life, any life will do, really<\/strong>
\nYou’ve got the dripping jaws of coyote, snapping fast<\/strong>
\nSlender and starved screaming in the hills with meat between your teeth and<\/strong>
\nA silent predatory gait, the same way that I<\/strong>
\nHave always fled and bled wherever I liked<\/strong>
\nYou were the kill, when I most needed it<\/strong>.<\/p>\n