{"id":2404,"date":"2008-01-10T03:23:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-10T03:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/01\/10\/when-youre-gone-i-nibble-at-your-absence\/"},"modified":"2008-01-10T03:23:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-10T03:23:00","slug":"when-youre-gone-i-nibble-at-your-absence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/01\/10\/when-youre-gone-i-nibble-at-your-absence\/","title":{"rendered":"when you&#8217;re gone, I nibble at your absence"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/2182107625\/\" title=\"365 day nine: my brains out by Foxtongue, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2211\/2182107625_389cd65d09.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"366\" alt=\"365 day nine: my brains out\" \/><br \/>\n<center>365: day nine<\/center><\/a><\/div>\n<p><b>Flying Inside Your Own Body<\/b><\/p>\n<p>  Your lungs fill &#038; spread themselves,<br \/>\nwings of pink blood, and your bones<br \/>\nempty themselves and become hollow.<br \/>\nWhen you breathe in you\u2019ll lift like a balloon<br \/>\nand your heart is light too &#038; huge,<br \/>\nbeating with pure joy, pure helium.<br \/>\nThe sun\u2019s white winds blow through you,<br \/>\nthere\u2019s nothing above you,<br \/>\nyou see the earth now as an oval jewel,<br \/>\nradiant &#038; seablue with love.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s only in dreams you can do this.<br \/>\nWaking, your heart is a shaken fist,<br \/>\na fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;<br \/>\nthe sun\u2019s a hot copper weight pressing straight<br \/>\ndown on the think pink rind of your skull.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s always the moment just before gunshot.<br \/>\nYou try &#038; try to rise but you cannot. <\/p>\n<p><i>Margaret Atwood  <\/i><\/p>\n<div style=\"CLEAR: both\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>365: day nine Flying Inside Your Own Body Your lungs fill &#038; spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you breathe in you\u2019ll lift like a balloon and your heart is light too &#038; huge, beating with pure joy, pure helium. The sun\u2019s white winds blow through &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/01\/10\/when-youre-gone-i-nibble-at-your-absence\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;when you&#8217;re gone, I nibble at your absence&#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":[1486,128],"class_list":["post-2404","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-1486","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2404","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=2404"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2404\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2404"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2404"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2404"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}