{"id":37002,"date":"2017-08-05T18:00:49","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37002"},"modified":"2017-08-05T18:00:49","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:00:49","slug":"9-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/9-7\/","title":{"rendered":"9."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cwhy?! why?! why?!\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower.<br \/>\nWe live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are.<br \/>\nMaybe people are bugs. (ever think\u2019a that? No, you only think about yourself)<\/p>\n<p>I come into the bathroom, our bathroom, she covers up (though we had just had sex not half an hour ago, [but maybe you\u2019re not supposed to know that). She\u2019s still fetching, in that towel from Target. I look. \u201cReally, Christy?\u201d side-eyed. \u201cWill you kill it please?\u201d puppy-eyed.<\/p>\n<p>I picture my friend (he\u2019s vegan now) reprimanding me for killing something \u2018just because it\u2019s in the way.\u2019 I could then tell him about the cricket that sang me to sleep four nights ago. Then I remember. I picture myself as Muldoon the Witch-hunter, Torvald the reluctant, dwarven Prince, or Rhogar the Dragonkin who slayed the Orc War-Boss of Ursul. I arm myself and crush (literally) mine enemies (with a square of toilet paper), legs splayed and crooked, I feel the torso pop between my thumb and forefinger. I like it, I shouldn\u2019t. Just another geek. Rescuing his distressed damsel from a beast threatening her livelihood.<\/p>\n<p>Just like the novels I lose myself in.<\/p>\n<p><em>Wolfe<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cwhy?! why?! why?!\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower. We live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are. Maybe people are bugs. (ever think\u2019a that? No, you only think about yourself) I come&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":936,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[10,2157,2210,2156,2155],"class_list":["post-37002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-poetry","tag-theoffendedstraightwhiteguy","tag-thepoetrymarathon2017","tag-warrior-poetry","tag-witness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37002","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\/936"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37002"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37002\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37021,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37002\/revisions\/37021"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}