{"id":91509,"date":"2021-06-26T13:48:05","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:48:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91509"},"modified":"2021-06-26T13:48:05","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:48:05","slug":"it-used-to-be-a-thing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/it-used-to-be-a-thing\/","title":{"rendered":"It used to be a thing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My arms curl round his neck.<br \/>\nIt used to be a thing.<\/p>\n<p>The kisses on the cheek.<br \/>\nThe side glances with little buds of a smile.<\/p>\n<p>That was a wedding day.<br \/>\nWedding day things never last.<br \/>\nI suppose.<\/p>\n<p>One day I was laying on the couch sobbing.<br \/>\nNo clue why.<br \/>\nHis fist actually hit my face.<br \/>\nNo clue why.<br \/>\nThat also used to be a thing.<\/p>\n<p>That didn&#8217;t make it into the capsule<br \/>\nA photo album of memories<br \/>\nOf an ex husband and a father<br \/>\nMy twins never met.<\/p>\n<p>Because I wanted us to live.<\/p>\n<p>But there are photos of mom and dad<br \/>\nHugging<br \/>\nOutside the Mormon temple in Salt Lake City.<\/p>\n<p>Pictures having casual dinners<br \/>\nWith Russian friends<br \/>\nAnd my cat Lucy<br \/>\nWho he left to die but my beat friend saved<\/p>\n<p>All when I ran away.<\/p>\n<p>Who wants to see that?<br \/>\nWho wants to know that?<\/p>\n<p>Better to see a smiling couple outside a Harlem church.  Christmas day no less.<\/p>\n<p>Photo albums are time capsules.<br \/>\nTime capsules are fairy tales.<br \/>\nWe curate them.<\/p>\n<p>Why not make them happy?<\/p>\n<p>This one sits buried in a plastic tub<br \/>\nUnder my old psychology textbooks<br \/>\nWaiting for my twins to say,<br \/>\n&#8220;Tell us about our dad.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My arms curl round his neck. It used to be a thing. The kisses on the cheek. The side glances with little buds of a smile. That was a wedding day. Wedding day things never last. I suppose. One day I was laying on the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91509","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\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91509"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91665,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91509\/revisions\/91665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}