{"id":66,"date":"2011-04-18T07:59:13","date_gmt":"2011-04-18T07:59:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=66"},"modified":"2011-04-18T07:59:13","modified_gmt":"2011-04-18T07:59:13","slug":"66","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/04\/18\/66\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m addicted to your<br \/>\ndesperate rhythms, I rise and fall with your breath<br \/>\nWhen you stop I stop, breathless.<br \/>\nI\u2019m starving for your<br \/>\nneatness, your careful fingers<br \/>\nsewing buttons with tiny thread through tinier holes<br \/>\nI\u2019m clawing for your<br \/>\ncalm, the lake\u2019s surface<br \/>\nhinting at the depth, the way<br \/>\nyou create parallel ripples<\/p>\n<p>And so I hurry home<br \/>\nto spill you<br \/>\nand taste you as I spell you out<\/p>\n<p>And when my own writing is done,<br \/>\nI\u2019ll read a poem by Elizabeth Smither<br \/>\nwhich talks about the gleaming morals of potatoes<br \/>\nLaughing, ha! Potatoes don\u2019t have morals<br \/>\nbut on poetry they do<\/p>\n<p>Poetry<br \/>\nnot even once. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m addicted to your desperate rhythms, I rise and fall with your breath When you stop I stop, breathless. I\u2019m starving for your neatness, your careful fingers sewing buttons with <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/04\/18\/66\/\">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\/66"}],"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=66"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}