{"id":186,"date":"2014-01-11T02:48:34","date_gmt":"2014-01-11T02:48:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=186"},"modified":"2014-01-11T02:48:34","modified_gmt":"2014-01-11T02:48:34","slug":"evening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2014\/01\/11\/evening\/","title":{"rendered":"Evening"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You out there<br \/>\nsitting in the chill black grass<br \/>\njust beyond the yellow fall of light from the kitchen window<\/p>\n<p>You know I\u2019m watching<br \/>\nwondering if the evening dew has soaked through<br \/>\nyour jeans yet, and if I should<br \/>\ncall you in<\/p>\n<p>But your eyes are fixed upwards, watching the last pale blue light fade<br \/>\nsingle stars winking back at you<br \/>\nWhen you were small, so small<br \/>\nyou asked if you could collect them, and keep them<br \/>\nfor when you needed them in the night<br \/>\nYou\u2019re still small, to me<br \/>\nBut no longer afraid of the darkness<br \/>\nthat creeps in around you<br \/>\nThe arch of your throat gleams white <\/p>\n<p>I think about mosquitos<\/p>\n<p>I think about your bare feet <\/p>\n<p>I put a washed dish into the rack<br \/>\nand notice the skin on my hands is wrinkled<br \/>\nfrom too much time in the water.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You out there sitting in the chill black grass just beyond the yellow fall of light from the kitchen window You know I\u2019m watching wondering if the evening dew has <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2014\/01\/11\/evening\/\">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\/186"}],"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=186"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/186\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}