{"id":574,"date":"2025-04-05T07:47:00","date_gmt":"2025-04-05T07:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/?p=574"},"modified":"2025-04-05T19:50:58","modified_gmt":"2025-04-05T19:50:58","slug":"consequence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/consequence\/","title":{"rendered":"Consequence"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He handed me<br>a cup of coffee<br>that I\u2019m fairly certain<br>could have taken paint<br>off these peeling parlor walls<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Concerned as I was<br>about the future state<br>of my empty stomach lining<br>I was grateful for<br>a little bit of warmth<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I ventured a sip<br>prepared for the same<br>bitterness that greeted me<br>when I arrived crying<br>late last night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But the subtle chicory waves<br>that rolled over my tongue<br>gave me pause<br>and enough courage<br>to break the silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s going to take<br>more<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">so much more<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">than this morning brew<br>and late lunch plans<br>and trembling hands<br>and eyes that pick me apart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But it\u2019s a start<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He handed mea cup of coffeethat I\u2019m fairly certaincould have taken paintoff these peeling parlor walls Concerned as I wasabout the future stateof my empty stomach liningI was grateful fora little bit of warmth I ventured a sipprepared for the samebitterness that greeted mewhen I arrived cryinglate last night But the subtle chicory wavesthat rolled [&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-574","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\/574","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=574"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":575,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574\/revisions\/575"}],"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=574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}