{"id":1425,"date":"2005-05-21T12:02:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-21T12:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/21\/from-the-dusk\/"},"modified":"2005-05-21T12:02:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-21T12:02:00","slug":"from-the-dusk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/21\/from-the-dusk\/","title":{"rendered":"from the dusk"},"content":{"rendered":"

I found today in waking that I don’t need sleep as much as I need food. Part of me is dizzy while the other is railing at my attempt at excess. I was aware to see dawn today, I was aware when I left scarlet lines down his body in complaint. Before I leave the house I’m going to take a shower and brush my teeth and wonder about stem cell research<\/a> as it occurs to me for the thousandth time that I should scrub the grout from between the tiles, every black speck a new colony of something alive. It’s what I do in the morning, in spite of the fact that it’s almost noon. I’m assuming that we’re sentimental enough to be forgiving. I’m assuming a lot of things, least of all that he’s alive still, that he hasn’t bled out. I think about the marks I left with a sad dose of heavenly pragmatacism. I could draw lines on this body without any effort. It would be too easy to create scarlet spires and cities on such pale skin. I never would have guessed that alone. Disappointment is harder to carry after surprise. Think on the words let down<\/i> as if one had been carried before, buoyed up above the shoulders of something strong, and had then stepped to the ground. This was voluntary, of this I’m aware. I shook off the hands and fell to the floor, landing lightly out of habit. This is a familiar nation. They’re not a spy the way I am, they didn’t automatically have a passkey. Feet up on the windowsill, I look at trees and a sliver of sky and I think again about how the lines created at my fingertips. There’s a metaphor there somewhere. <\/p>\n

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I found today in waking that I don’t need sleep as much as I need food. Part of me is dizzy while the other is railing at my attempt at excess. I was aware to see dawn today, I was aware when I left scarlet lines down his body in complaint. Before I leave the … Continue reading “from the dusk”<\/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-1425","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1425","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=1425"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1425\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1425"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1425"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1425"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}