{"id":88571,"date":"2021-06-26T10:18:36","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:18:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88571"},"modified":"2021-06-26T10:19:40","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:19:40","slug":"coffee-and-change-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/coffee-and-change-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Coffee and Change"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don\u2019t like coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The wind blows through the trees<\/span><\/p>\n

And the grass<\/span><\/p>\n

And the leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

And me<\/span><\/p>\n

Until we are all nothing but wind<\/span><\/p>\n

And wasted potential.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I don\u2019t like coffee,<\/span><\/p>\n

But when we live together,<\/span><\/p>\n

We will have a coffee maker.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I stare at the horizon and I feel the tires,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the engines,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the angry voices yet to come,<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel them as they tear apart a home<\/span><\/p>\n

That was never really mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You like gas station coffee the best. <\/span><\/p>\n

You eat it on late nights <\/span><\/p>\n

and early mornings<\/span><\/p>\n

Paired with stale saltines.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The cars are coming now, <\/span><\/p>\n

And they steal the wind away from me. <\/span><\/p>\n

They murdered who I was,<\/span><\/p>\n

And now,<\/span><\/p>\n

They threaten the man I have become.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I promise, <\/span><\/p>\n

When we live together <\/span><\/p>\n

I will buy you boxes of saltines,<\/span><\/p>\n

Just to let them go stale. <\/span><\/p>\n

I will walk with you to 7\/11<\/span><\/p>\n

Well past midnight, <\/span><\/p>\n

Just to get a drink I despise.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I will do it all, <\/span><\/p>\n

if you just promise <\/span><\/p>\n

to get me\u00a0<\/span>away from here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I don\u2019t like coffee.   The wind blows through the trees And the grass And the leaves And me Until we are all nothing but wind And wasted potential.   I don\u2019t like coffee, But when we live together, We will have a coffee maker….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88571","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88571","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\/2005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88571"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88571\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88639,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88571\/revisions\/88639"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88571"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88571"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88571"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}