{"id":2877,"date":"2011-01-23T12:52:15","date_gmt":"2011-01-23T20:52:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=2877"},"modified":"2011-01-23T12:52:22","modified_gmt":"2011-01-23T20:52:22","slug":"my-belongings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2011\/my-belongings\/","title":{"rendered":"My Belongings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">These are the things which belong to me:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A spider suspended in a cobweb<br \/>\nThat lies in the corner of my room<br \/>\nWaiting each day to greet me<br \/>\nWhen I come home with a silent hello.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A fake flower in a waterless vase<br \/>\nWith a single counterfeit dew drop<br \/>\nBalancing on the end of a synthetic leaf<br \/>\nLike a tear drop that will never fall.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A painting of a woman half finished<br \/>\nHanging over my bed at night<br \/>\nMy guardian angel watching over my dreams<br \/>\nThe dream like visage of who I might be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A horseshoe above my doorway<br \/>\nThat hangs upside down<br \/>\nThe luck has all fallen out<br \/>\nOf its open face.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A crumbled up piece of paper<br \/>\nWith the semblance of words<br \/>\nWritten and re-written<br \/>\nOnly to be crossed out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A picture of myself with friends<br \/>\nWho have gone yet still remain<br \/>\nFaces that have so very changed<br \/>\nYet I still feel the same.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A pi\u00f1ata\u2019s head from years ago<br \/>\nEmptied of candy and color<br \/>\nOnce prized and cherished<br \/>\nNow looked at as trash.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A picture of a woman<br \/>\nWho does not know me<br \/>\nBut I feel I know her<br \/>\nFrom another past life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">These things that I call mine<br \/>\nDon\u2019t belong to me at all<br \/>\nThey own me like their coveted doll<br \/>\nJust an object, a thing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Yet still, these are the things which I call my own.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These are the things which belong to me: A spider suspended in a cobweb That lies in the corner of my room Waiting each day to greet me When I come home with a silent hello. A fake flower in a waterless vase With a single counterfeit dew drop Balancing on the end of a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[1516,1232,1519,268,1290,1517,1063,555,1518,1515,1391],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2877"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2877"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2877\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2883,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2877\/revisions\/2883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2877"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2877"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2877"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}