{"id":99966,"date":"2021-06-27T01:47:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99966"},"modified":"2021-06-27T01:47:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:47:00","slug":"hour-15-to-the-scalp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-15-to-the-scalp\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 15 – To the Scalp"},"content":{"rendered":"

To the Scalp<\/b><\/h3>\n

 <\/p>\n

Would you like it a little shorter?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The scissors are poised for my reaction,<\/span><\/p>\n

flashing in the reflection like the glint of the sun<\/span><\/p>\n

and I, ready to photosynthesize myself\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

into metamorphosis.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gods, I should have said yes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Let the whisper slither itself out,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

untangling from my innards.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I should have said yes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Should have asked\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

for a razor and some faith.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Let the strands of my\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

self-induced femininity\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

fall to the linoleum like\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

October snowfall.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Too early, I suppose,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had to wait for my season.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now, the buzz beneath my skin<\/span><\/p>\n

is echoed only by\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the clippers pressed against my scalp.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A femme settled in\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the space betwixt your lies,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

my chin held higher\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

for this levity, this lightness.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wish that little one –\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the one who shakes their heavy head<\/span><\/p>\n

and lowers their eyes in smothered shame –\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

could see me now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I still find remnants of that distant child,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

long hairs woven into sweaters well-worn,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and know it is time for them\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

to find a new place to call home.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

To the Scalp   Would you like it a little shorter? The scissors are poised for my reaction, flashing in the reflection like the glint of the sun and I, ready to photosynthesize myself\u00a0 into metamorphosis. Gods, I should have said yes.\u00a0 Let the whisper…<\/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-99966","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\/99966","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=99966"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99966\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99972,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99966\/revisions\/99972"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99966"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99966"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99966"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}