{"id":65007,"date":"2020-06-27T12:52:20","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:52:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65007"},"modified":"2020-07-16T09:32:15","modified_gmt":"2020-07-16T13:32:15","slug":"hour-4-getting-back-to-my-roots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-4-getting-back-to-my-roots\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 4: Getting Back to My Roots"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 4: Getting Back to My Roots<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the beginning, we treated it<\/p>\n<p>like any other class<\/p>\n<p>coffee cups in hand.<\/p>\n<p>Snacks surreptitiously of to the side<\/p>\n<p>while we typed private messages<\/p>\n<p>alongside power point slides.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After the professor left,<\/p>\n<p>I waited a beat<\/p>\n<p>before asking if anyone else was breaking out.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone laughed\u2014 we all were.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In these semi-darkened chats<\/p>\n<p>we bonded<\/p>\n<p>lounging in hoodies and pajamas<\/p>\n<p>in our kitchens cooking dinner<\/p>\n<p>or on our beds<\/p>\n<p>maybe in an office<\/p>\n<p>with the sounds of kids and dogs in the background.<\/p>\n<p>And we all wondered about the girl with the blank green wall<\/p>\n<p>behind her when she left the room.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We exposed ourselves in ways<\/p>\n<p>we never would have, opening<\/p>\n<p>our lives on a virtual stage, lamenting<\/p>\n<p>unwaxed eyebrows<\/p>\n<p>the snapping of acrylic nails<\/p>\n<p>one by one.<\/p>\n<p>None of us bothered to shave our legs.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I joked about the strands of grey<\/p>\n<p>more and more obvious on high def screens<\/p>\n<p>disguising my discomfort in the gap between 24 and almost 40.<\/p>\n<p>My laundry is full of yoga pants, and I read to my kids<\/p>\n<p>every night before bed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The timeline of quarantine is measured at a rate<\/p>\n<p>of approximately \u00bd inch of hair growth<\/p>\n<p>per month.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I weigh the cost of my youth against the inevitable journey<\/p>\n<p>getting back to my roots.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 4: Getting Back to My Roots &nbsp; In the beginning, we treated it like any other class coffee cups in hand. Snacks surreptitiously of to the side while we typed private messages alongside power point slides. &nbsp; After the professor left, I waited a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1383,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65007","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\/1383"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65007"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78665,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65007\/revisions\/78665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}