{"id":153,"date":"2006-01-31T21:33:06","date_gmt":"2006-02-01T04:33:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=153"},"modified":"2006-02-01T02:33:39","modified_gmt":"2006-02-01T09:33:39","slug":"to-robert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=153","title":{"rendered":"To Robert"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My Boy in Chicago &#8211; one of the best writers I know loves this poet and this poem reminds me of his writing:<\/p>\n<p>Courtship<\/p>\n<p>There is a girl you like so you tell her<br \/>\nyour penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself<br \/>\nto use it. Its demands are ridiculous, you say,<br \/>\neven self-defeating, but to be honored, somehow,<br \/>\nbriefly, inconspicuously in the dark.<\/p>\n<p>When she closes her eyes in horror,<br \/>\nyou take it all back. You tell her you&#8217;re almost<br \/>\na girl yourself and can understand why she is shocked.<br \/>\nWhen she is about to walk away, you tell her<br \/>\nyou have no penis, that you don&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>know what got into you. You get on your knees.<br \/>\nShe suddenly bends down to kiss your shoulder and you know<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re on the right track. You tell her you want<br \/>\nto bear children and that is why you seem confused.<br \/>\nYou wrinkle your brow and curse the day you were born.<\/p>\n<p>She tries to calm you, but you lose control.<br \/>\nYou reach for her panties and beg forgiveness as you do.<br \/>\nShe squirms and you howl like a wolf. Your craving<br \/>\nseems monumental. You know you will have her.<br \/>\nTaken by storm, she is the girl you will marry. <\/p>\n<p>Mark Strand <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Boy in Chicago &#8211; one of the best writers I know loves this poet and this poem reminds me of his writing: Courtship There is a girl you like so you tell her your penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself to use it. Its demands are ridiculous, you say, even self-defeating, but to be honored, somehow, briefly, inconspicuously in the dark. When she closes her eyes in horror, you take it&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-153","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-2t","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=153"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}