{"id":14375,"date":"2018-03-27T10:20:11","date_gmt":"2018-03-27T15:20:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=14375"},"modified":"2018-03-27T10:20:11","modified_gmt":"2018-03-27T15:20:11","slug":"bloodline","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/14375","title":{"rendered":"Bloodline"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>there: sprig on bare elm. ground a hotbed of marigold.<br \/>\nankle deep in autumn. leaves &amp; pressed cigarettes. above,<br \/>\nhorizon in eventide. the time between fire &amp; ash.<br \/>\nmirror image.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______________<\/span>there: my skin crimson. my father &amp; his<br \/>\nhands crimson. I watch my blood pool around my lips &amp;<br \/>\nsmooth the cracks in my cheek with my tongue. boyhood<br \/>\nunfurling the way a fox tail unfurls.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">________________________________<\/span>there: his voice.<br \/>\ngrind of mortar on pestle. grate of sedimentary rock &amp;<br \/>\nthe gruff of a sparrow wing \u2014 talon moving against<br \/>\nthe direction the hair grows.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">__________________________<\/span>there: a shooting star.<br \/>\nI asked for another life &amp; was given distance. a thousand<br \/>\nmiles of wires &amp; asphalt. see: cicada on driftwood,<br \/>\nexoskeleton abandoned. moth born again from chrysalis,<br \/>\neyes wide, full.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______________<\/span>there: his chest. heave of cinder block walls.<br \/>\nsalt &amp; the outside in his breath. I watch my father<br \/>\nin the mirror &amp; learn he could tire of running in a way<br \/>\nhe could never tire of his hands. &amp; so I remembered.<br \/>\n&amp; so I ran.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/14282\">Thomas Nguyen<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there: sprig on bare elm. ground a hotbed of marigold. ankle deep in autumn. leaves &amp; pressed cigarettes. above, horizon in eventide. the time between fire &amp; ash. mirror image. ______________there: my skin crimson. my father &amp; his hands crimson. I watch my blood pool around my lips &amp; smooth the cracks in my cheek [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":647,"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":[56],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3JR","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14375"}],"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\/647"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14375"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14378,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14375\/revisions\/14378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}