{"id":12468,"date":"2015-12-04T06:15:26","date_gmt":"2015-12-04T12:15:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=12468"},"modified":"2015-12-04T06:15:26","modified_gmt":"2015-12-04T12:15:26","slug":"moving-homes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12468","title":{"rendered":"Moving Homes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I pat my pockets, dull outline<br \/>\nof what I carry, key ring<br \/>\nand wallet like furniture<\/p>\n<p>draped in a dim living room.<br \/>\nMy touch is linen, a ticket away,<br \/>\nthe morning an open window<\/p>\n<p>from which a fat turtle<br \/>\npokes its head. The simple act<br \/>\nof walking outside feels like defiance.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve known this home three years,<br \/>\nunremarkable town, and now<br \/>\nI hold a sprig of mint<\/p>\n<p>to nostalgia&#8217;s nose, lead it<br \/>\njust out of jaw&#8217;s reach,<br \/>\nneck stretching as if I could draw<\/p>\n<p>the creature out of itself<br \/>\nlike a brain pulled through the nostril<br \/>\nof an embalmed man.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve done this before,<br \/>\nsold ourselves on expectation, paper<br \/>\ncurrency we accept, smiling.<\/p>\n<p>We circulate perceived worth<br \/>\nfrom hand to hand,<br \/>\nto breakfast table&#8211;tomorrow<\/p>\n<p>a cup of blackberries<br \/>\natop a bowl of cream.<br \/>\nI hold a new city like a wad of bills,<\/p>\n<p>hand undiscerning<br \/>\nof the counterfeit.<br \/>\nWhen it comes to this brand of faith,<\/p>\n<p>isn&#8217;t it better not to question?<br \/>\nBoxes arranged in the bed<br \/>\nof my pickup, I close myself<\/p>\n<p>inside its tortoise shell;<br \/>\nI fill my mouth with copper coins<br \/>\nso I don&#8217;t need to speak.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12427\">Lucian Mattison<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I pat my pockets, dull outline of what I carry, key ring and wallet like furniture draped in a dim living room. My touch is linen, a ticket away, the morning an open window from which a fat turtle pokes its head. The simple act of walking outside feels like defiance. I&#8217;ve known this home [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":354,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[46],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3f6","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12468"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/354"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12468"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12469,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12468\/revisions\/12469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}