{"id":39319,"date":"2017-08-05T22:49:38","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:49:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39319"},"modified":"2017-08-05T22:49:38","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:49:38","slug":"2-paradise-lost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/2-paradise-lost\/","title":{"rendered":"#2 paradise lost"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>and then it happened. by evening, they told us we were no longer<\/p>\n<p>children. we could not chase frogs and follow their hop, wear pink<\/p>\n<p>raincoats with matching boots and fake ear drops and the worst<\/p>\n<p>was, from now on, our hearts would be kept in overnight jars to harden<\/p>\n<p>in tomatoes and salt. only in acid and tang can preservation occur, they<\/p>\n<p>insisted. for us, who skipped, why did we trade for a chewed up crayon,<\/p>\n<p>was mystery, when we\u00a0wanted to dream in pisces, speak with sage beasts, and<\/p>\n<p>burn tongues in chocolate steam. life would be magic as an adult, they nodded,<\/p>\n<p>just believe. so we learned the practice of peculating with striped suits and lost<\/p>\n<p>our childhood, its friends and sugar cane. and never scraped an elbow again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>and then it happened. by evening, they told us we were no longer children. we could not chase frogs and follow their hop, wear pink raincoats with matching boots and fake ear drops and the worst was, from now on, our hearts would be kept&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1017,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39319","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\/1017"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39319"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39319\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39598,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39319\/revisions\/39598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}