{"id":9121,"date":"2014-12-01T01:33:16","date_gmt":"2014-12-01T06:33:16","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=9121"},"modified":"2015-02-13T15:28:54","modified_gmt":"2015-02-13T21:28:54","slug":"gregory-sherl-i-fell-in-love-with-the-sky-but-that-got-boring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/9121","title":{"rendered":"I fell in love with the sky but that got boring"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jenny says the robins are a good sign.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the third day of spring in Oconomowoc<br \/>\nbut the lake is still frozen, mostly frozen, anyway,<br \/>\nthere are gaps in the ice, but there are gaps<br \/>\nin everything: teeth, the bristles that meet the teeth,<br \/>\nthe contractions in this poem. It&#8217;s the third day of spring &amp;<br \/>\nthe sky wants to yell. But the robins are out.<br \/>\nJenny says, <em>Good robin, swallow what the air<br \/>\nleft<\/em>. &amp; it does. I&#8217;m in Oconomowoc so I never<br \/>\nhave to go back to Oconomowoc.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a problem with my hands. It&#8217;s the third day of spring<br \/>\nbut the doctors want my hands to look like winter.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t blame them. The doctors are pushing a lawn mower<br \/>\nthrough my brain. I imagine garden shears along my temporal lobe,<br \/>\nI imagine a lot of things: a bag full of only red Skittles, free Xanax,<br \/>\na mirror above her bed. Come kiss me in an elevator. On an escalator.<br \/>\nLike window cleaners up a high-rise.<br \/>\nI felt the sun today. It felt better than the sun I felt yesterday.<br \/>\nSpring is one long nature porn, thinspo in a woodpecker-<br \/>\ned tree. Every morning, a money shot outside my window.<br \/>\nEvery morning, something meets its first morning.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/8941\">Gregory Sherl<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jenny says the robins are a good sign. It&#8217;s the third day of spring in Oconomowoc but the lake is still frozen, mostly frozen, anyway, there are gaps in the ice, but there are gaps in everything: teeth, the bristles that meet the teeth, the contractions in this poem. It&#8217;s the third day of spring [&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":[7],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-2n7","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9121"}],"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=9121"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10158,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9121\/revisions\/10158"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}