{"id":9611,"date":"2015-06-13T16:14:35","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9611"},"modified":"2015-06-13T16:16:28","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:16:28","slug":"cadeux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/cadeux\/","title":{"rendered":"Cadeux"},"content":{"rendered":"

They stand against the glass, eyes the color of cinnamon, curry, chocolate.<\/p>\n

Dusty, grimy, a decade’s hand-me-downs of bright pattern that cries<\/p>\n

of hungry mouths, of hungry bellies rotund not with satiety, mimic fecundicity.<\/p>\n

Tiny hands outstretched, eyes pleading,\u00a0we need, we want, we desire.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the mottled, fruit-ripe lush-dark heat of a tiny town in Mexico.<\/p>\n

And in the market, the cries of vendors echoing to and fro,<\/p>\n

teasing me of my pale flesh unprotected, though friendly, and painless,<\/p>\n

their eyes speak the same song that calls to me, sings to me of pain<\/p>\n

and a story that could tell a thousand souls the same old line, never twice.<\/p>\n

We need, we want. We desire.\u00a0<\/em>We need, we need, we need you, your self,<\/em><\/p>\n

in the jungle depths of Africa, the dense of a monsoon pressing at you.<\/p>\n

Here, your shoulders weighted with the baskets of want, mistaken for need.<\/p>\n

Your children crowding your ankles, tears at their eyes, hunger plain, evident.<\/p>\n

We need, we want, we desire.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

They stand against the glass, eyes the color of cinnamon, curry, chocolate. Dusty, grimy, a decade’s hand-me-downs of bright pattern that cries of hungry mouths, of hungry bellies rotund not with satiety, mimic fecundicity. Tiny hands outstretched, eyes pleading,\u00a0we need, we want, we desire. In…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":214,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9611","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\/214"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9611"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9706,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9611\/revisions\/9706"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}