{"id":52385,"date":"2019-06-22T18:40:12","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:40:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52385"},"modified":"2019-06-22T20:54:09","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T00:54:09","slug":"2019-10-letter-to-my-friend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2019-10-letter-to-my-friend\/","title":{"rendered":"2019 #10 Letter to my friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Back in the day<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You and I stood in the rain one night<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Across from a building on University Place<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Stalking your ex-boyfriend\u2019s new girlfriend<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You just wanted a glimpse<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Of that bitch.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You offered me my first joint <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>In some random bar in the village<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I played it cool but declined<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Making Nancy Reagan proud.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You asked me to be a bridesmaid<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>At your wedding in Vegas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I agreed, but then begged out<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Awkward and scared I wouldn\u2019t know how to act<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Like the other girls.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>We get together often now<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You have two daughters<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You used to say you\u2019d never have children<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>And I laugh at that thought.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I haven\u2019t changed one bit since that night in the rain<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Timid and a straight up Dudley do-right<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>You have moved remarkably with time<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>And I have stood still. <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back in the day You and I stood in the rain one night Across from a building on University Place Stalking your ex-boyfriend\u2019s new girlfriend You just wanted a glimpse Of that bitch. \u00a0 You offered me my first joint In some random bar in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":959,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52385","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52385","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\/959"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52385"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52385\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52403,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52385\/revisions\/52403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52385"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52385"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52385"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}