{"id":2190,"date":"2020-04-13T20:25:49","date_gmt":"2020-04-14T00:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2190"},"modified":"2020-04-13T20:33:27","modified_gmt":"2020-04-14T00:33:27","slug":"occulted-by-jennifer-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2190","title":{"rendered":"Occulted, by Jennifer Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Occulted<\/p>\n<p>By<\/p>\n<p>Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The chimeric afternoon<\/p>\n<p>Lifts its head, as I venture out<\/p>\n<p>For the first time in three days.<\/p>\n<p>I mask my face against the belladonna air,<\/p>\n<p>Each step feeling modestly feral,<\/p>\n<p>Each sifted breath more defiant than the last.<\/p>\n<p>It occurs to me, as the swift, April wind<\/p>\n<p>Spindles through my hair:<\/p>\n<p>There is nothing I wouldn\u2019t give<\/p>\n<p>To lie with you in the cherry-blossom-petaled grass,<\/p>\n<p>Hands clasped, holding on<\/p>\n<p>Through an uncertain, occulted future.<\/p>\n<p>What I wouldn\u2019t give<\/p>\n<p>To Netflix with you in bed,<\/p>\n<p>Blankets warm, lights off. If only you were here.<\/p>\n<p>If only you existed.<\/p>\n<p>What I wouldn\u2019t give to be vivified by a kiss.<\/p>\n<p>As it is, each step slows in the miasmic<\/p>\n<p>Walk back to what I call home.<\/p>\n<p>I climb the steps, turning to look for you<\/p>\n<p>One last time. I open the door. I close the door.<\/p>\n<p>I walk into my spell-bound apartment<\/p>\n<p>And sit on the couch.<\/p>\n<p>I do not look out the window,<\/p>\n<p>Passed the magnolia tree,<\/p>\n<p>To the sidewalk below,<\/p>\n<p>To see if you spirited home with me. Instead,<\/p>\n<p>I remove my mask, I close my eyes,<\/p>\n<p>And merge back into the sonorous silence.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Occulted By Jennifer Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; The chimeric afternoon Lifts its head, as I venture out For the first time in three days. I mask my face against the belladonna air, Each step feeling modestly feral, Each sifted breath more defiant than the last. It occurs to me, as the swift, April wind Spindles [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[1442,1441,1444,1440,1422,1421,146,1400,1443,1116],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2190"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2190"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2195,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2190\/revisions\/2195"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}