{"id":62737,"date":"2020-06-27T10:15:07","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:15:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62737"},"modified":"2020-06-27T10:15:07","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:15:07","slug":"sylvia-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/sylvia-2\/","title":{"rendered":"SYLVIA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>SYLVIA\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (HOUR 1, 6am Poetry Marathon 2020)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her family didn&#8217;t know<\/p>\n<p>what to make of her.\u00a0 They wanted<\/p>\n<p>her to shut up, stop talking about<\/p>\n<p>what went on in that two-story house \u2013 the<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>stifling, the screaming, the belt descending,<\/p>\n<p>the shutting down, out; the endless<\/p>\n<p>you aren&#8217;t doing whatever you&#8217;re told.<\/p>\n<p>The sniping.\u00a0 Lies. Mum&#8217;s. Da&#8217;s. The hands,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>always the hands in the wrong spot.<\/p>\n<p>The shoulder, the waist.\u00a0 Lower, not<\/p>\n<p>to be mentioned.\u00a0 Not even<\/p>\n<p>here \u2013 on the blank page \u2013 god no,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>not even there.\u00a0 Shut up, put your fingers<\/p>\n<p>in your ears.\u00a0 Mum&#8217;s the word.\u00a0 Hers.<\/p>\n<p>Should be yours.\u00a0 Make yourself smaller,<\/p>\n<p>shrink your eyes, your heart, go away.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t try to make him, her stop.<\/p>\n<p>Leave.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SYLVIA\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (HOUR 1, 6am Poetry Marathon 2020) &nbsp; Her family didn&#8217;t know what to make of her.\u00a0 They wanted her to shut up, stop talking about what went on in that two-story house \u2013 the &nbsp; stifling, the screaming, the belt descending, the shutting down,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":768,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62737","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62737","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\/768"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62737"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62737\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62774,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62737\/revisions\/62774"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}