{"id":5337,"date":"2012-08-01T00:10:05","date_gmt":"2012-08-01T05:10:05","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=5337"},"modified":"2015-02-16T10:20:35","modified_gmt":"2015-02-16T16:20:35","slug":"dream-of-adolescence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5337","title":{"rendered":"Dream of Adolescence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Out in the field I see an elk<br \/>\nI see waving bleached stalks trying to hold the sun<br \/>\nI see ragged paper bags, condoms, chewed gum<\/p>\n<p>I awake in the field and see an elk running<br \/>\nLong heavy muscles, rousing heat<br \/>\nSplit-heart hoof prints buried in mud<\/p>\n<p>In the field I find sick bottles and arrowheads<br \/>\nI see an elk rub antlers across a chokecherry tree<br \/>\nThunderheads mar my face with shadows<\/p>\n<p>As winter twists her fingers around my breasts<br \/>\nAnd in the new hair between my legs<br \/>\nI find nests of straw held together by blood<\/p>\n<p>I hear the elk bellow for sex, his harems gyrating<br \/>\nDistended black mountains crowd the distance<br \/>\nAnd crippled aspens hide their urgent rutting<\/p>\n<p>Out in the field I see an elk nurse her young<br \/>\nCalming them with cold air and milk<br \/>\nI turn away to strip corn from careful husks<\/p>\n<p>At midnight I see the herd of elk fleeing<br \/>\nI aim and murder every goddamned elk I find<br \/>\nI flay young bucks, punish cows, breed maggots<\/p>\n<p>I chew meat for ages, erect piles of bones<br \/>\nI find a 1988 Buick LeSabre out in the field<br \/>\nGnawed by rust, captive to blank-eyed rodents<\/p>\n<p>I burrow inside its wounded frame<br \/>\nIt is time to rest, study how the moon<br \/>\nCrawls across the mountains<\/p>\n<p>Taste salt in the encroaching dawn<br \/>\nHatch a plan to assure survival<br \/>\nOut in the field, alone, at night<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5465\">Leanne Chabalko<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Out in the field I see an elk I see waving bleached stalks trying to hold the sun I see ragged paper bags, condoms, chewed gum I awake in the field and see an elk running Long heavy muscles, rousing heat Split-heart hoof prints buried in mud In the field I find sick bottles and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[15],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-1o5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5337"}],"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\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5337"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5337\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10261,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5337\/revisions\/10261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5337"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5337"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5337"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}