{"id":131,"date":"2011-10-31T08:46:21","date_gmt":"2011-10-31T08:46:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=131"},"modified":"2011-10-31T08:46:21","modified_gmt":"2011-10-31T08:46:21","slug":"time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/10\/31\/time\/","title":{"rendered":"Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You asked me what I was doing now<br \/>\nWhat something I was using to fill the hours<br \/>\n\u201cStill just writing,\u201d I said<br \/>\nYou are unsurprised<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe writer on herself\u201d<br \/>\nIt\u2019s my latest mot du jour<br \/>\nOf course you\u2019d say that all my writing\u2019s about me, that I\u2019m self-involved<br \/>\nand anyway ethnocentricity is unavoidable<\/p>\n<p>I hate when you use big words that I have to Google.<\/p>\n<p>You ask me don\u2019t I ever get sick of it<br \/>\nThe unslept nights, the hungry stomach<br \/>\nThe constant sideways battle to edge the word between the lines<br \/>\nor into the small hours<\/p>\n<p>I smile sadly and step back<br \/>\nAnd you nod and sigh.<br \/>\nAnd it finished, as it always did<br \/>\nwith more words<br \/>\nand stupid questions. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You asked me what I was doing now What something I was using to fill the hours \u201cStill just writing,\u201d I said You are unsurprised \u201cThe writer on herself\u201d It\u2019s <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/10\/31\/time\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}