{"id":553,"date":"2024-03-23T19:31:42","date_gmt":"2024-03-23T19:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/?p=553"},"modified":"2024-03-23T19:31:43","modified_gmt":"2024-03-23T19:31:43","slug":"loose-lips-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/loose-lips-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Loose Lips"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Originally published in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.fullhouseliterary.com\/\">Full House Literary Magazine<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I remember<br>when my brother<br>had a boat<br>in a bottle<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and we stood<br>completely frozen<br>as it smashed<br>on the tile<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We were frightened by<br>the fragments<br>that were littering<br>the floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But the look<br>that passed between us<br>had a hint<br>of something more<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I think we thought<br>the bottle ship<br>was filled with<br>tiny people<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and their tiny lives<br>were shattered like<br>the glass<br>along the marble<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For a second we<br>considered that<br>there could<br>be survivors<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and our search became<br>more frantic through<br>the cuts<br>on our fingers<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As we picked up pieces<br>gingerly<br>and placed them on<br>the shelves<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we soon began<br>to doubt that we<br>could even save<br>ourselves<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Originally published in Full House Literary Magazine I rememberwhen my brotherhad a boatin a bottle and we stoodcompletely frozenas it smashedon the tile We were frightened bythe fragmentsthat were litteringthe floor But the lookthat passed between ushad a hintof something more I think we thoughtthe bottle shipwas filled withtiny people and their tiny liveswere shattered [&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-553","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\/553","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=553"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":554,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553\/revisions\/554"}],"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=553"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=553"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=553"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}