{"id":381,"date":"2022-03-11T15:46:34","date_gmt":"2022-03-11T15:46:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/?p=381"},"modified":"2022-03-11T15:49:44","modified_gmt":"2022-03-11T15:49:44","slug":"here-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/here-today\/","title":{"rendered":"Here Today"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dill pickle chips from the bag taste like<br>sitting on your couch (too) late at night<br>laughing in a way that felt just right<br>even as everything went wrong<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">You danced a chacha with loyalty<br>Marionetted my empathy<br>Desperate for credit for your entry<br>When you should have been there all along<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dill pickle chips from the bag taste likesitting on your couch (too) late at nightlaughing in a way that felt just righteven as everything went wrong You danced a chacha with loyaltyMarionetted my empathyDesperate for credit for your entryWhen you should have been there all along<\/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-381","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\/381","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=381"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":383,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381\/revisions\/383"}],"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=381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}