{"id":75963,"date":"2020-06-28T07:30:07","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:30:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75963"},"modified":"2020-06-28T07:30:07","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:30:07","slug":"hour-23-imaginary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-23-imaginary\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 23, Imaginary?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our girl was a preemie,<br \/>\na twin bereft of her sister<br \/>\nbefore their life outside of me<br \/>\ncould even begin.<\/p>\n<p>She was tiny, an elfin child,<br \/>\nwith delicate features,<br \/>\nlarge eyes, and thin limbs,<br \/>\nseeming to exist between worlds.<\/p>\n<p>She spoke of strange things<br \/>\nno one else could see,<br \/>\nimaginary friends populating<br \/>\neach corner of her fertile mind.<\/p>\n<p>Most memorable to me<br \/>\nwas the creature that inhabited<br \/>\nour Christmas poinsettia plant<br \/>\none December; Buggy was his name.<\/p>\n<p>Buggy had many tiny friends<br \/>\nthat held elaborate parties<br \/>\namong the red and opulent leaves<br \/>\nevery night as we slept.<\/p>\n<p>It was only as I quietly discarded<br \/>\nthe strangely sickly plant one night<br \/>\nthat I discovered the truth our spritely<br \/>\nthree year old had tried so hard to convey:<br \/>\nan infestation of spider-like mites<br \/>\ndanced under and climbed over its leaves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our girl was a preemie, a twin bereft of her sister before their life outside of me could even begin. She was tiny, an elfin child, with delicate features, large eyes, and thin limbs, seeming to exist between worlds. She spoke of strange things no&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75963","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75963","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75963"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75963\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76046,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75963\/revisions\/76046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75963"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75963"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75963"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}