{"id":195,"date":"2014-03-07T01:13:30","date_gmt":"2014-03-07T01:13:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=195"},"modified":"2014-03-07T01:13:30","modified_gmt":"2014-03-07T01:13:30","slug":"unlocked","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2014\/03\/07\/unlocked\/","title":{"rendered":"Unlocked"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The last tendrils of sun slide off the sand into the sea<br \/>\nWe pull in when the road gets rocky<br \/>\nand watch the cold smudges of mountains fade in the distance<\/p>\n<p>The front doors rattle with the southerly<br \/>\nYour hands rest on the wheel<br \/>\nI fold up my legs in the passenger seat<br \/>\nWe rock gently with every gust<\/p>\n<p>You turn the key enough so we can listen to the radio<br \/>\nIt\u2019s stuck on the concert station, has been for months<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know why you don\u2019t get it fixed<br \/>\nwe don\u2019t like opera.<\/p>\n<p>Should probably go for a walk, I guess, get some fresh air<br \/>\nWell, you should, at least. I don\u2019t, anymore.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s dark now, but you\u2019re going anyway<br \/>\nI remind you that the handle is broken, so<br \/>\nwhen you leave<br \/>\nplease leave the door unlocked.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The last tendrils of sun slide off the sand into the sea We pull in when the road gets rocky and watch the cold smudges of mountains fade in the <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2014\/03\/07\/unlocked\/\">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\/195"}],"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=195"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/195\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}