{"id":48041,"date":"2019-06-22T11:36:17","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:36:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48041"},"modified":"2019-06-22T11:57:40","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:57:40","slug":"home-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/home-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Home (hour 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Heavy rock guitar strains on a $5 speaker three floors down.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Smogged marijuana smoke clouds drift higher than my neighbors.<br \/>\n<\/span>Cumin and garlic marinate this entire apartment complex.<br \/>\nLittle clacks from this keyboard make my dog\u2019s ears shift.<br \/>\nRussian, African America, Middle Eastern, and me.<\/p>\n<p>The men next door won\u2019t meet my eyes, but the women love me.<br \/>\nWe dance in stairwells, shifting from left to right,<br \/>\nsinging, \u201cexcuse me,\u201d and, \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d<br \/>\nto the tune of <i>our differences don\u2019t matter here<\/i><br \/>\nfrom an album titled <i>If you need anything, let me know<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>The woman below me is Mama. She is strong and her laugh carries,<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and I\u2019d rather hear her laugh at 3 a.m., then ever listen to her cry.<br \/>\n<\/span>I know she knows when we fight and I know that she prays for us.<\/p>\n<p>The people here are whole,<br \/>\nbut you wouldn\u2019t know it from looking at any of us.<br \/>\nWe are broken too,<br \/>\nbut with every pitch of music, every puff and drag, every loud conversation,<br \/>\nwe are pulling ourselves back together together,<br \/>\nand it feels pretty damn good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heavy rock guitar strains on a $5 speaker three floors down. Smogged marijuana smoke clouds drift higher than my neighbors. Cumin and garlic marinate this entire apartment complex. Little clacks from this keyboard make my dog\u2019s ears shift. Russian, African America, Middle Eastern, and me&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48041","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48041","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\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48041"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48041\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48288,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48041\/revisions\/48288"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48041"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48041"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}