{"id":69441,"date":"2020-06-27T18:14:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:14:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69441"},"modified":"2020-06-27T18:14:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:14:40","slug":"hour-10-if-i-ever-lose-my-tongue-blame-the-clothespin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-10-if-i-ever-lose-my-tongue-blame-the-clothespin\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10: If I Ever Lose My Tongue, Blame the Clothespin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Gray stillness enveloped the sky<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Everything calmed; halted<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Even the wind stopped breathing<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Playing in the backyard with clothespins<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Clipped them to the end of my fingers<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wondered what they\u2019d feel like on the tip of my tongue<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So I did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It hurt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">That was the first time I heard a tornado siren<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Screeching<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wailing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Warning<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mom flung upon the screen door<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Yelling at me to get inside!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Frozen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Standing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Crying<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Paralyzed with indecision<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">With a clothespin pinching my tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gray stillness enveloped the sky Everything calmed; halted Even the wind stopped breathing &nbsp; Playing in the backyard with clothespins Clipped them to the end of my fingers Wondered what they\u2019d feel like on the tip of my tongue &nbsp; So I did. It hurt&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":260,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-69441","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69441","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\/260"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69441"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69477,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69441\/revisions\/69477"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}