{"id":9277,"date":"2015-06-13T15:38:59","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:38:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9277"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:38:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:38:59","slug":"poem-5-in-a-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-5-in-a-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #5: In a Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In a fire, you stand, read the air and its failing respiration,<br \/>\nmove in all contortions forgotten from leisure. The only way<br \/>\nto test your reflexes, in an isolation of self; and your mind has<br \/>\nnever boiled to this degree before. Now you know how your<br \/>\nmother&#8217;s burnt cookies felt, tossed prior to taste. Burning<br \/>\na flavor so jealously bitter, mockingly black and sarcastic<br \/>\nof sweet. Oh how all around, it crumbles, like incinerated<br \/>\nflour overdosed with flame. Turmoil the greatest fuel<br \/>\nin this situation. One of many options as the catalyst:<br \/>\na dream, an intention, a mistake, a crime.<br \/>\nThe foundation depresses under its own collapsible influence,<br \/>\ntrusses snapping like wishbones, tile and carpet bruised<br \/>\nwith black-eyes. And you want to know the time&#8211;as if that<br \/>\nwill quell the heat. You could look all around, everywhere, but the<br \/>\nblood rustic flicker hewn over the walls you painted only weeks<br \/>\nbefore belittles the &#8220;everything&#8221; you owned, shriveled below<br \/>\nthe worth you granted it. Your furniture smoldering down to prunes.<br \/>\nWondering if your eyes are sweating or your body is being saut\u00e9ed,<br \/>\nif your body could extinguish a path, if survival is more difficult<br \/>\nin moments of disaster, or in peaceful existence. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a fire, you stand, read the air and its failing respiration, move in all contortions forgotten from leisure. The only way to test your reflexes, in an isolation of self; and your mind has never boiled to this degree before. Now you know how&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":281,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9277","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9277","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\/281"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9277"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9277\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9425,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9277\/revisions\/9425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9277"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9277"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9277"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}