{"id":394,"date":"2010-04-03T14:35:12","date_gmt":"2010-04-03T21:35:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=394"},"modified":"2010-04-03T14:35:12","modified_gmt":"2010-04-03T21:35:12","slug":"day-3-national-poetry-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=394","title":{"rendered":"Day 3:  National Poetry Month"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/journally\/?p=193\">Journally prompt<\/a> today was &#8220;Grape Kool-Aid, halfhearted happenstance, and the memory of\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.&#8221;  Whatever that means.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s what I did with it.  Whatever this means.<\/p>\n<p>Halfhearted Happenstance<\/p>\n<p>Even chaos slacks off on the job from time to time,<br \/>\nleaving you to drink your own Kool-Aid, believe<br \/>\nthe revisionist memories you&#8217;ve made up to placate<br \/>\nguilts savored like a fine piece of asparagus dripping<br \/>\nin sauces you don&#8217;t quite recognize, don&#8217;t quite<br \/>\nknow know whether you can make peace with.<br \/>\nLife and dinner parties don&#8217;t have to turn out<br \/>\nthe way we plan, don&#8217;t have to arrange people<br \/>\nwe love in clear relationships around a sturdy table.<br \/>\nBut even days when you blink your eyes<br \/>\nand see everything change, lean forward<br \/>\nfor another helping of new potatoes only<br \/>\nto realize that the person staring at you<br \/>\nto your left is not who you thought, and you<br \/>\nsitting there with the spoon in your hand,<br \/>\nshadow lurking over discarded napkin rings<br \/>\nare barely recognizable yourself.  It should<br \/>\nfeel more difficult than it does sometimes,<br \/>\nthis sense that you can&#8217;t be yourself<br \/>\ninside yourself, that every routine taste<br \/>\nis a potential strangeness on a strange<br \/>\nand stranger plate.  Put down the spoon.<br \/>\nTake a sip of iced tea.  Talk to someone<br \/>\nother than the thoughts in your head.<br \/>\nIt doesn&#8217;t matter who you think<br \/>\nyou are today.  Stop right now.<br \/>\nYou are getting on your nerves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Journally prompt today was &#8220;Grape Kool-Aid, halfhearted happenstance, and<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[47],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-394","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/394","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=394"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/394\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=394"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=394"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=394"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}