{"id":66878,"date":"2020-06-27T15:13:07","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:13:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66878"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:13:07","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:13:07","slug":"poem-7-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-7-15\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A prostitute saw that eye once, in a rented room on the outskirts of an Arizona town.<\/p>\n<p>Man, mule and body.<br \/>\nCross the sands.<br \/>\n5 cactus to 500 miles of grain.<\/p>\n<p>His foreheads sops his hat, drips to his chin, down his shirt.<\/p>\n<p>The haze stings his cheeks a touch.  The mule slows.<\/p>\n<p>He has to cross one thousand miles of this to go where she said to go.<\/p>\n<p>He wants to leave it on the sand.  Soon the wind will blow, erase the eye, the skin.  None will be ever found.<\/p>\n<p>But his gut feels heavy just to lay his parcel down.<\/p>\n<p>So through the crushed shell and dirt he drives the beast on.  Once he knows its story then the stabbing burn will be gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A prostitute saw that eye once, in a rented room on the outskirts of an Arizona town. Man, mule and body. Cross the sands. 5 cactus to 500 miles of grain. His foreheads sops his hat, drips to his chin, down his shirt. The haze&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66878","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66878","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\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66878"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66878\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67017,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66878\/revisions\/67017"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66878"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66878"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66878"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}