{"id":93326,"date":"2021-06-26T15:51:15","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:51:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93326"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:51:15","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:51:15","slug":"hour-7-i-only-want-what-i-cannot-touch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-7-i-only-want-what-i-cannot-touch\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7 &#8211; I Only Want What I Cannot Touch"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><b>I Only Want What I Cannot Touch<\/b><\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The word normal hovers<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">outside of the unexpected,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that is to say\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that it exists outside of life itself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Normal is the fantasy\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you created in your Barbie dream house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It is milk that still tastes the same<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">after the cereal has come and gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">An orchid blooming in dry heat,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">resting in my mother\u2019s living room.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Normal is the curtains closed\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when I am hypomanic and\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">laughter when I\u2019m depressed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It is a night unkissed by satellite blinks<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">or a moment when all I can feel\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">is joy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Only Want What I Cannot Touch &nbsp; The word normal hovers outside of the unexpected, that is to say\u00a0 that it exists outside of life itself. Normal is the fantasy\u00a0 you created in your Barbie dream house. It is milk that still tastes the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93326","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\/3778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93326"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93333,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93326\/revisions\/93333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}