{"id":2368,"date":"2007-09-02T14:07:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-02T14:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/09\/02\/kristen-was-at-breakfast-a-lovely-surprise\/"},"modified":"2007-09-02T14:07:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-02T14:07:00","slug":"kristen-was-at-breakfast-a-lovely-surprise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/09\/02\/kristen-was-at-breakfast-a-lovely-surprise\/","title":{"rendered":"Kristen was at breakfast, a lovely surprise."},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/1217502110\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1363\/1217502110_2433d99f44_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a> <br \/> <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/1217502110\/\"><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<p><b>Friday night the star-fall was beautiful.<\/b> Some were so violently bright, it was like we should have been able to hear them shred through the atmosphere. On our backs in a row under the too-cliche starry night, we irreverently cracked jokes about proverbial movie endings, but still gasped every time the sky impossibly ripped open with light. <\/p>\n<p>The language of morning, music, two silk black cats, a matching short kimono, claws hooked into the chain of a pocket watch like an eccentric playful ribbon. Knocking down the mess. Sorting papers, shifting things into drawers, off the floor. Work at three o&#8217;clock.<\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ctv.ca\/servlet\/ArticleNews\/story\/CTVNews\/20070828\/mechanical_heart_070828\/20070829?hub=Canada\">Mechanical heart removed after organ heals itself.<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Free of the future, <a href=\"http:\/\/imdb.com\/name\/nm0336797\/\">he<\/a> lives on the same block as <a href=\"http:\/\/porphyre.livejournal.com\/559585.html\">my boyfriend who killed himself<\/a> the night we were going to be together. I can see his bedroom window from the back porch. It&#8217;s unsettling. I&#8217;m almost breaking down, every word I&#8217;m holding on, trying to gain some equilibrium. My friend is telling stories that flow like an archaeological river. He&#8217;s been doing it for hours. Acid trips in London, working with Peter O&#8217;Toole, where he was when the Berlin Wall fell down. They go well with the house, his implacable gestures. I try to memorize as much as I can, anchor myself, keep the car running. Catching myself in a simple mirror over his shoulder, the naked frame is a prison, I feel like a photograph hung on the wall. <\/p>\n<p>Walking towards breakfast late in the afternoon, one block down, someone has gracefully drawn absolutely perfect hot-rod flames into the dust coating a black vintage pick-up truck. It looks like something my buried love would have done. In my mind, I rock back on my heels into his body and, with a silent smile, I gesture to my friend, stuck on his cell phone, who sees it and smiles back. Suddenly, <b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.aglassandahalffullproductions.com\/\">everything will be alright.<\/a><\/b><br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Friday night the star-fall was beautiful. Some were so violently bright, it was like we should have been able to hear them shred through the atmosphere. On our backs in a row under the too-cliche starry night, we irreverently cracked jokes about proverbial movie endings, but still gasped every time the sky impossibly ripped open &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2007\/09\/02\/kristen-was-at-breakfast-a-lovely-surprise\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Kristen was at breakfast, a lovely surprise.&#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":[177,1265,1067,1466,1271,591,129,1055],"class_list":["post-2368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-andrew","tag-astronomy","tag-jon","tag-kristin-kruek","tag-mackenzie","tag-nicole","tag-ray","tag-wayne"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2368","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=2368"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2368\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2368"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2368"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2368"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}