{"id":168,"date":"2009-05-28T18:53:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-29T01:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=168"},"modified":"2009-11-02T20:54:02","modified_gmt":"2009-11-03T04:54:02","slug":"clarity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=168","title":{"rendered":"clarity"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">through the clear plastic bag,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">he watched the sun setting<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">on the day, and the life that he knew<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">through the clear plastic bag,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">he saw his own breath<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">condense like a fresh morning dew<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">through the clear plastic bag,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">he gasped and he clawed<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">and thought that his lungs would just melt<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">through the clear plastic bag,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">he knew oh so clearly<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">exactly how onion bagels felt<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/300317138275289474-897310741263305579?l=poemsaboutonionbagels.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" \/><\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>through the clear plastic bag, he watched the sun setting on the day, and the life that he knew through the clear plastic bag, he saw his own breath condense like a fresh morning dew through the clear plastic bag, he gasped and he clawed and thought that his lungs would just melt through the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[40,122,190],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=168"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1162,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions\/1162"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}