{"id":52027,"date":"2019-06-22T18:11:29","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:11:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52027"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:11:29","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:11:29","slug":"the-ingredients-of-us-hour-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-ingredients-of-us-hour-9\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ingredients of Us (Hour 9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The ingredients of us are never<br \/>\nexact measurements. Just thrown together at will<br \/>\nand upon necessity, combined with hopeful efforts<br \/>\nthat something worthy will become of our mixing.<\/p>\n<p>A dash of words chosen for us, to define us,<br \/>\nto spend our young adult lives trying to unshackle<br \/>\nfrom whom we had grown into.<br \/>\nA splash of distant mother, a shake of detached father,<br \/>\na pinch of childhood ending too soon.<br \/>\nA handful of home that felt unsafe,<br \/>\nand a generous amount of life\u2019s imperfections.<\/p>\n<p>The ingredients of us are the most delicious parts,<br \/>\neach tantalizing on its own, spoon-licking trauma<br \/>\nnurtured by an unrelenting hand. Swirled together<br \/>\nin an heirloom bowl, passed down from one generation<br \/>\nto the next, wherein each was created the meal of their own making,<br \/>\nevery part a distinguishing feature of a repeating recipe.<\/p>\n<p>And in our time we took the bowl, added to it<br \/>\nthe secrets of our families\u2019 history,<br \/>\nmixed equal portions of good and bad<br \/>\nuntil our story became a creation of both.<br \/>\nAnd now we eat this bread we inherited.<br \/>\nThis bread we contributed to, changed slightly,<br \/>\nand will pass on to our children,<br \/>\nin the same mixing bowl, still holding all the cracks of the past,<br \/>\nand some new, as evidence of our use.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The ingredients of us are never exact measurements. Just thrown together at will and upon necessity, combined with hopeful efforts that something worthy will become of our mixing. A dash of words chosen for us, to define us, to spend our young adult lives trying&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52027","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52027","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52027"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52027\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52082,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52027\/revisions\/52082"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52027"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52027"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52027"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}