{"id":54619,"date":"2019-06-22T23:29:49","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:29:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54619"},"modified":"2019-06-23T02:10:44","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T06:10:44","slug":"the-lawns-of-the-the-flood-plains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-lawns-of-the-the-flood-plains\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 19\/The Lawns of the the Flood Plains"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s no chance to miss the rain.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a sheet that falters every fifth day and transforms into hard pellets that feel like a bruise<br \/>\nyou can&#8217;t return.<br \/>\nThe region has more rain water than the means<br \/>\nby which to clean it,<br \/>\nsaid the<br \/>\nanchors<br \/>\nfive weeks ago<br \/>\nwhen they pretended to joke<br \/>\nwith the meteorologist,<br \/>\na dapper man<br \/>\nwhose suits used to predict whether<br \/>\nour sports teams would win or lose.<\/p>\n<p>A day back, maybe outside one of the<br \/>\nlast gas stations that hadn&#8217;t been looted,<br \/>\na fellow kept me entertained by<br \/>\ntelling me how, in the army, he turned urine<br \/>\ninto potable water.<\/p>\n<p>I wish I had learned the skills the world needs now.<br \/>\nLike how to make one&#8217;s pee a refreshing glass of clean water.<br \/>\nOr, how to rebuild a generator.<br \/>\nEvery new day is waking up to the worst internship ever.<br \/>\nAnd the credit is being deemed worth a place at the shelter &#8211;<br \/>\nwhat used to be a Pier One Imports &#8211;<br \/>\nwhen someone in the group has found something not contaminated<br \/>\nfor the night&#8217;s dinner protein.<\/p>\n<p>We all sit on our floor pillows<br \/>\nand, when anyone&#8217;s in the mood,<br \/>\ncrack jokes at the guy who got a major in Marketing<br \/>\nto write content for the weed-killing industry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s no chance to miss the rain. It&#8217;s a sheet that falters every fifth day and transforms into hard pellets that feel like a bruise you can&#8217;t return. The region has more rain water than the means by which to clean it, said the anchors&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54619","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54619","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\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54619"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54619\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55713,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54619\/revisions\/55713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54619"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54619"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54619"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}