{"id":12474,"date":"2015-12-04T07:31:20","date_gmt":"2015-12-04T13:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=12474"},"modified":"2015-12-04T07:31:20","modified_gmt":"2015-12-04T13:31:20","slug":"fourth-grade-autobiography","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12474","title":{"rendered":"Fourth Grade Autobiography"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We live in Los Angeles, California.<br \/>\nWe have a front yard and a backyard.<br \/>\nMy favorite things are cartwheels, salted plums,<br \/>\nand playing catch with my dad. I squeeze the grass<br \/>\nand dirt between my fingers. Eat my tongue<br \/>\nwhite. He launches every ball into orbit.<br \/>\nEvery ball drops like an anvil, heavy<br \/>\nand straight into my hands. I am afraid<br \/>\nof riots and falling and the dark.<br \/>\nThe sunset of flames ringing our block,<br \/>\ngroceries and Asian-owned storefronts. No one<br \/>\nto catch me. Midnight walks from his room to mine.<br \/>\nI believe in the devil.<br \/>\nI have a sister and a brother<br \/>\nand strong headlock. We have a dog named<br \/>\nSpunky, fawn and black. We have an olive<br \/>\ntree. A black walnut tree. A fig tree.<br \/>\nWe lie in the grass and wonder who writes<br \/>\nin the sky. I lie in the grass and imagine<br \/>\nmy name, a cloud drifting. Saturday<br \/>\ndance parties. Everyone drunk on pink<br \/>\npanties, screwdrivers, and Canadian Club.<br \/>\nDominoes and spades. Al Green and Mack 10.<br \/>\nSometimes Mama dances with the dog.<br \/>\nSometimes my dad dances with me. I am<br \/>\ncareful not to touch. He is careful<br \/>\nto smile with his whole face.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12427\">Donika Ross Kelly<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We live in Los Angeles, California. We have a front yard and a backyard. My favorite things are cartwheels, salted plums, and playing catch with my dad. I squeeze the grass and dirt between my fingers. Eat my tongue white. He launches every ball into orbit. Every ball drops like an anvil, heavy and straight [&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-3fc","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12474"}],"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=12474"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12474\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12475,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12474\/revisions\/12475"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12474"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12474"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12474"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}