{"id":41317,"date":"2017-08-06T03:43:33","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:43:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41317"},"modified":"2017-08-06T03:43:50","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:43:50","slug":"father-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/father-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Father,"},"content":{"rendered":"

what is it like to walk in my <\/span><\/p>\n

footsteps to see what killed<\/span><\/p>\n

you curled at the bottom of <\/span><\/p>\n

unopened tequila bottles <\/span><\/p>\n

in my kitchen like<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you\u2019re not sure if it\u2019s your<\/span><\/p>\n

reflection or your pride I <\/span><\/p>\n

keep chasing but our eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

are the same shade of blue and <\/span><\/p>\n

time has turned itself inside <\/span><\/p>\n

out for you <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

father <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

what\u2019s it like <\/span><\/p>\n

to watch pieces of your daughter\u2019s <\/span><\/p>\n

liver die \/ you left until there was<\/span><\/p>\n

nowhere else to go I do<\/span><\/p>\n

the shot straight no chaser standing<\/span><\/p>\n

before the mirror staring into the <\/span><\/p>\n

lines of my face of what\u2019s left<\/span><\/p>\n

of you there<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

father<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you never understood why people<\/span><\/p>\n

would drink alcohol but<\/span><\/p>\n

the tequila burns away the smell<\/span><\/p>\n

of hospital rooms the crackle of the fire<\/span><\/p>\n

in the nursing home the last time you<\/span><\/p>\n

said goodbye my mother\u2019s tears<\/span><\/p>\n

set into my shoulder like a scar<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and father some nights like<\/span><\/p>\n

tonight the tequila helps me <\/span><\/p>\n

miss you<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

what is it like to walk in my footsteps to see what killed you curled at the bottom of unopened tequila bottles in my kitchen like   you\u2019re not sure if it\u2019s your reflection or your pride I keep chasing but our eyes are the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1091,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41317","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\/1091"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41317"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41321,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41317\/revisions\/41321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}