{"id":48,"date":"2003-12-22T01:37:49","date_gmt":"2003-12-22T00:37:49","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=48"},"modified":"2003-12-22T01:37:49","modified_gmt":"2003-12-22T00:37:49","slug":"im-not-a-picture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2003\/12\/22\/im-not-a-picture\/","title":{"rendered":"i&rsquo;m not a picture."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i fold you, unfold you, you&rsquo;re tied in my hands with my imaginary ropes.<br \/>\ni let you down, and take you out. i let you down, only to find you again.<br \/>\ni look at you, at my feet, i stare at you, with my head tilted. i need to scratch you, but i won&rsquo;t.<br \/>\ni wonder sometimes where i can put you, in which drawer, or on a shelf maybe, not too far, but high enough.<br \/>\nbut i let you out. i need to find you a place, without oxygen, so you wouldn&rsquo;t burn anymore like a dangerous fire. or i&rsquo;d blow the whole of you in a baloon, with enough helium to get you high, and maybe even to the moon. <\/p>\n<p>meanwhile, i think, i really think, you&rsquo;d be with my pictures of whatever. always. you with my pictures of whatever&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i fold you, unfold you, you&rsquo;re tied in my hands with my imaginary ropes. i let you down, and take you out. i let you down, only to find you again. i look at you, at my feet, i stare at you, with my head tilted. i need to scratch you, but i won&rsquo;t. i [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}