{"id":95616,"date":"2021-06-26T19:04:22","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:04:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95616"},"modified":"2021-06-26T19:04:22","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:04:22","slug":"school-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/school-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"School Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>School Girl<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I had my first crush in eighth grade. Maybe that&#8217;s late.<\/p>\n<p>In sixth grade I had a boy friend, Lanny, and we played chess,<\/p>\n<p>talked a bit on the playground. I only knew it was a stillbirth<\/p>\n<p>crush when Susan Mermelstein made a play for him, doing<\/p>\n<p>what girls did then, batting eyes, smiling into her shoulder<\/p>\n<p>when she talked to him at school. I cared, but only in theory.<\/p>\n<p>In seventh grade, a tireless crew set explosions<\/p>\n<p>removing rocks and debris,\u00a0building underground<\/p>\n<p>scaffolding, channels, tunnels, bridges.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t hear any of it. Results burst through the next year,<\/p>\n<p>a good-sized avalanche of emotions, urges, needs.<\/p>\n<p>I fell in love with a classmate, Stuart, who played trumpet<\/p>\n<p>in the band to my timpani. I called him, twisting the blue coiled<\/p>\n<p>phone cord round and round my body.<\/p>\n<p>I found nothing to say.<\/p>\n<p>My little brother was singing and I said,<\/p>\n<p><em>That&#8217;s what goes on around here.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Stuart was quiet, maybe said\u00a0<em>oh.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>What propelled me to like a boy<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t talk to?<\/p>\n<p>At the time, I didn&#8217;t know to ask that question.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>School Girl &nbsp; I had my first crush in eighth grade. Maybe that&#8217;s late. In sixth grade I had a boy friend, Lanny, and we played chess, talked a bit on the playground. I only knew it was a stillbirth crush when Susan Mermelstein made&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1822,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95616","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\/1822"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95616"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95959,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95616\/revisions\/95959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}