{"id":9558,"date":"2015-06-13T16:01:42","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:01:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9558"},"modified":"2015-06-13T16:01:42","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:01:42","slug":"hour-seven-the-apron-dress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-seven-the-apron-dress\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Seven:  The Apron Dress"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mother\u2019s clothes<br \/>\nalways smelled of yeast and flour,<br \/>\ncinnamon sugar and vanilla.<br \/>\nFor years I thought her apron<br \/>\nwas sewn onto her dress.<br \/>\nShe never took it off, except on<br \/>\nSundays, when church was mandatory.<br \/>\nDaddy, her husband, had been ordained<br \/>\nalthough he secretly drank in the woods<br \/>\nand molested her daughters, the neighbors\u2019<br \/>\ndaughters, too, if he could lure them to revival.<\/p>\n<p>Like Steinbeck\u2019s Casy, always fingering his buttons,<br \/>\nmost preachers can\u2019t be trusted with daughters.<br \/>\nI can see mama donning her apron dress, returning<br \/>\nto the oil cloth table, the rolling pin, the gas oven<br \/>\nthat might explode in all our faces,<br \/>\nif we ever told.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother\u2019s clothes always smelled of yeast and flour, cinnamon sugar and vanilla. For years I thought her apron was sewn onto her dress. She never took it off, except on Sundays, when church was mandatory. Daddy, her husband, had been ordained although he secretly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":219,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9558","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9558","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\/219"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9558"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9574,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9558\/revisions\/9574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}