{"id":260,"date":"2021-10-26T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-10-26T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","slug":"non-confessions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/2021\/10\/26\/non-confessions\/","title":{"rendered":"Non confessions"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>The rain, like a stampede<br \/>\nof migrating wildebeest<br \/>\non the Seregeti,<br \/>\nwas clamorous all week. <br \/>\nI captured some of it <br \/>\nin the dry ink lined barrel <br \/>\nof the green fountain pen<br \/>\nthat carved me into a poet. <br \/>\nI&#8217;ll write with rainwater;<br \/>\nconfessions can&#8217;t choke on<br \/>\ninvisible ink. <\/p>\n<p>i. <br \/>\nMy love for you is <br \/>\na shooting star, it burns <br \/>\nbright and fast, looks pretty<br \/>\non dark nights, and dies<br \/>\nin transit; dust litters<br \/>\nyour plane on lucky days. <\/p>\n<p>ii. <br \/>\nI stack my loneliness <br \/>\nin cardboard boxes reeking<br \/>\nof whitewashed walls<br \/>\nsplashed with disinfectant, <br \/>\nand bury them in my backyard,<br \/>\nbeneath the bed of roses. <\/p>\n<p>iii. <br \/>\nGrief sits heavily like<br \/>\ngrandmother&#8217;s necklace and<br \/>\nmother&#8217;s pendant, passed down<br \/>\nto rest on my sternum. <br \/>\nI&#8217;d sell it off by weight but<br \/>\ndiscarding an heirloom <br \/>\nmakes me a disgraceful<br \/>\ndaughter so I wear it<br \/>\nuntil it digs through my ribs. <\/p>\n<p>iv. <br \/>\nWhen I lie in silence<br \/>\nin the cubic space of<br \/>\nmy room, paying to exist, <br \/>\nwhile the world is still<br \/>\nand the moon is bright, <br \/>\nhigh tide waves of guilt<br \/>\ndrown me; stillness is an<br \/>\nunappreciated art,<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m the pioneer. <\/p>\n<p>For a split second I<br \/>\nimagine loud voiced discourse <br \/>\naround square tables<br \/>\non these condensed<br \/>\nnon confessions. <br \/>\nWhen the rainwater ink<br \/>\nruns dry, I&#8217;ll be left with<br \/>\na blank page and only<br \/>\npossibly imagined<br \/>\ntraces of subtle blue ink. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The rain, like a stampede  of migrating wildebeest  on the Seregeti,  was clamorous all week.   I captured some of it   in the dry ink lined barrel   of the green fountain pen  that carved me into a poet.   I&#8217;ll write with rainwater;  confessions can&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/260"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=260"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/260\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}