{"id":67282,"date":"2020-06-27T15:34:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:34:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67282"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:34:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:34:47","slug":"let-me-explain-why-the-ghost-sleeps-in-my-bed-while-i-sleep-in-a-chair-1-2-marathon-hour-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/let-me-explain-why-the-ghost-sleeps-in-my-bed-while-i-sleep-in-a-chair-1-2-marathon-hour-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"Let me explain why the ghost sleeps in my bed while I sleep in a chair. (1\/2 Marathon, Hour Seven)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Let me explain why the ghost sleeps in my bed while I sleep in a chair.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s selfish.<br \/>\nI let it.<br \/>\nI don\u2019t want to fight with a fucking ghost.<br \/>\nGhosts are scary.<br \/>\nThis one is only friendly when the mood strikes.<br \/>\nMost of the time it laughs from my bed while I squirm in my chair.<br \/>\nIt pays the bills.<br \/>\nIt resents me.<br \/>\nIt mocks my depression.<br \/>\n(It doesn\u2019t know it died from depression.)<br \/>\nIt feels superior for straightening up but it doesn\u2019t actually clean shit.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s lonely.<br \/>\nGhosts are sad.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s scary.<br \/>\nIt screams when it gets too angry.<br \/>\nIt is angry at itself.<br \/>\nIt doesn\u2019t know it is dead.<br \/>\n(Deep down inside, it suspects it is not alive.)<br \/>\nIt says things it can never take back.<br \/>\nIt regrets everything too late.<br \/>\nIt gives up too soon.<br \/>\nIt let me go.<br \/>\nIt won\u2019t leave.<br \/>\n(It\u2019s my responsibility to tell it that it\u2019s dead.)<br \/>\nIt forgets that it loves me.<br \/>\nIt hates that it loved me.<br \/>\nIt let me have the chair.<br \/>\nIt took over my bed.<br \/>\nI let it.<br \/>\nI\u2019m selfish.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let me explain why the ghost sleeps in my bed while I sleep in a chair. It\u2019s selfish. I let it. I don\u2019t want to fight with a fucking ghost. Ghosts are scary. This one is only friendly when the mood strikes. Most of the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1168,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67282","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67282","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\/1168"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67282"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67282\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67301,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67282\/revisions\/67301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}