{"id":36608,"date":"2017-08-05T17:47:00","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36608"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:49:52","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:49:52","slug":"den-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/den-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"Den Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-36879\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/wolfymom-300x270.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"270\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/wolfymom-300x270.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/wolfymom.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s say her name is Amelia &amp; she drags<br \/>\nher children behind her in a sac, but let\u2019s<br \/>\nalso say that this is an act of maternal mercy<br \/>\n&amp; when they are ready for the world,<br \/>\nAmelia will christen them: Jorge. Kim.<br \/>\nNefertiti. Hans. Abram. Jacques. Rita.<br \/>\nLars. &amp; so on. As they stagger up her limbs<br \/>\n&amp; nestle into the safety of her back, she is<br \/>\nright to be smug\u2014her progeny will not allow<br \/>\nthemselves to commit matriphagy. Let\u2019s say<br \/>\nthey link their small arms together,<br \/>\nthat their mother is such a good mother<br \/>\nbecause she brings them to a stream, teaches<br \/>\nthem to drink. Let\u2019s say again: Amelia<br \/>\nwas made for this mothering &amp; her offspring<br \/>\nwill spell her name out in pebbles they collect<br \/>\nin their burrows, appearing in the moonlight<br \/>\nto sing her praises &amp; let\u2019s say how satisfying<br \/>\nit would be to come into the world like this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let\u2019s say her name is Amelia &amp; she drags her children behind her in a sac, but let\u2019s also say that this is an act of maternal mercy &amp; when they are ready for the world, Amelia will christen them: Jorge. Kim. Nefertiti. Hans. Abram&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":988,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2411,2223],"class_list":["post-36608","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-poemnine","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36608","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\/988"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36608"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36608\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36929,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36608\/revisions\/36929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36608"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36608"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36608"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}