{"id":377,"date":"2022-03-03T02:10:47","date_gmt":"2022-03-03T02:10:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/?p=377"},"modified":"2022-03-03T02:10:49","modified_gmt":"2022-03-03T02:10:49","slug":"and-eat-it-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/and-eat-it-too\/","title":{"rendered":"And Eat It Too"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Craving childhood, you<br>whipped up a box mix of<br>angel food cake<br>leaving ample dregs in the mixing bowl<br>and handing me the spatula<br>as you grabbed another spoon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The batter was tingly on our tongues<br>sharp and fresh<br>and you smiled lost<br>in thought<br>as your spoon<br>clinked the glass<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Had I known<br>this would be<br>one of the last<br>times I\u2019d see you this well, I<br>would have waited<br>for the cake to bake<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gone to the store<br>gotten you fresh strawberries<br>instead of letting you<br>make do with frozen<br>Whipped the cream by hand<br>stayed all night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I hope it still tasted like you remembered<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I know that I won\u2019t ever forget<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Craving childhood, youwhipped up a box mix ofangel food cakeleaving ample dregs in the mixing bowland handing me the spatulaas you grabbed another spoon The batter was tingly on our tonguessharp and freshand you smiled lostin thoughtas your spoonclinked the glass Had I knownthis would beone of the lasttimes I\u2019d see you this well, Iwould [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=377"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":379,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions\/379"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}