{"id":1033,"date":"2004-11-12T00:12:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-12T00:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/12\/affection-opened-like-a-blood-red-poppy\/"},"modified":"2004-11-12T00:12:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-12T00:12:00","slug":"affection-opened-like-a-blood-red-poppy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/12\/affection-opened-like-a-blood-red-poppy\/","title":{"rendered":"affection opened like a blood red poppy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today was Remembrance Day and I think to myself all I have are my memories. Reflections of times and places, things passed with no evidence. My lover called today and his accent sounded thick because I am no longer speaking it. No glasgay echo lass anymore but fallen back into me. Uninteresting and all I could do was wish I were a man so I could take him properly, the way I want to. Spread his legs and nudgeplunge in, suck his sounds back with my lips, my breath. I miss him today and yesterday and tomorrow and all right now, this boy is a memory and in spite of the objects left behind I can&#8217;t prove a thing. There is no ephermera for love or meaning or passions last gasp. I cannot conduct an orchestra here. I have no bow to bend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was Remembrance Day and I think to myself all I have are my memories. Reflections of times and places, things passed with no evidence. My lover called today and his accent sounded thick because I am no longer speaking it. No glasgay echo lass anymore but fallen back into me. Uninteresting and all I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/12\/affection-opened-like-a-blood-red-poppy\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;affection opened like a blood red poppy&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1033"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}