{"id":68487,"date":"2020-06-27T17:00:50","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68487"},"modified":"2020-06-28T00:27:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:27:18","slug":"9-summer-of-wounds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/9-summer-of-wounds\/","title":{"rendered":"#9 Summer of Wounds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Twig snaps underfoot and<br \/>\nleaves sashay<br \/>\nto the ground<br \/>\non an autumn-like summer day<\/p>\n<p>makes me crave that pumpkin<br \/>\nspice, cinnamon harvest,<br \/>\njack-o-lantern family.<\/p>\n<p>Makes me haunt that memory<br \/>\nof apple clove plug-ins<br \/>\nreleasing their cozy, homey<br \/>\nscent into my new, adult world,<\/p>\n<p>into my first apartment after graduating<br \/>\nfrom college. The small, dark<br \/>\ncave-like space<br \/>\nhad a balcony just big enough for<br \/>\na chair so I kept it bare.<\/p>\n<p>My galley kitchen<br \/>\nboasted fluorescent light<br \/>\nand a freezer with ice<br \/>\nbuild-up squeezing out<br \/>\nfrozen Healthy Choice dinners.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s the kitchen I was in<br \/>\nwhen I sliced off the edge of my thumb<br \/>\nwhile cutting an apple.<br \/>\nI\u2019d just returned from the gym<br \/>\nand I lived alone,<br \/>\nbut then, I was strong,<br \/>\nso strong<br \/>\nI didn\u2019t panic. I reattached<br \/>\nmy fingerprint, and pressed a<br \/>\ndamp paper towel over the<br \/>\namputation. The bleeding ceased<br \/>\nquickly and a good witch somewhere<br \/>\ndid a spell and Abracadabra!<br \/>\nWhen I lifted the towel to check<br \/>\nmy injury, my finger had already<br \/>\nbegun to repair itself.<br \/>\nMy body made glue, and the tip<br \/>\nof my thumb was preserved<br \/>\nwithout even a scar<br \/>\nas proof of the accident. <\/p>\n<p>This is what it means to<br \/>\nlive alone.<br \/>\nYou could die<br \/>\nand nobody would believe<br \/>\nit happened. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Twig snaps underfoot and leaves sashay to the ground on an autumn-like summer day makes me crave that pumpkin spice, cinnamon harvest, jack-o-lantern family. Makes me haunt that memory of apple clove plug-ins releasing their cozy, homey scent into my new, adult world, into my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1489,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68487","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68487","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\/1489"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68487"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73099,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68487\/revisions\/73099"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}