{"id":65509,"date":"2020-06-27T13:35:20","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:35:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65509"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:35:20","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:35:20","slug":"5-funeral-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/5-funeral-time\/","title":{"rendered":"5 &#8211; Funeral Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t seem to know a lot about a lot of things these days since all the bombs, since we lost Dad and I rarely feel him anymore, since the gun and the takings and the raging hot, impotent blood, since Mom&#8217;s slipping awayness, since the mass release of the damagers&#8230; I don&#8217;t seem to know a lot about a lot of things.<\/p>\n<p>Associations are outdated, overused, stale, like telling a story out of\u00a0 habit&#8230; rehearsed. I don&#8217;t know a lot about a lot of things these days, but I know I have stopped telling those tales, stopped trying to keep things alive that want to die, that need to die, that died a long time back, but still need to be laid to rest.<\/p>\n<p>This is the funeral time, the memorial time, the reflective time between death and burial. I&#8217;m picking flowers and readying myself, preparing to open up the earth and lay it all down. Then, there will be some space for knowing again. Then, I am certain I will know more about more things again.<\/p>\n<p>I am certain new stories are coming&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Elizabeth Fellows<\/p>\n<p>6\/27\/2020, 7am<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t seem to know a lot about a lot of things these days since all the bombs, since we lost Dad and I rarely feel him anymore, since the gun and the takings and the raging hot, impotent blood, since Mom&#8217;s slipping awayness, since&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1305,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65509","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\/1305"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65509"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65656,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65509\/revisions\/65656"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}