{"id":84,"date":"2022-02-28T18:01:21","date_gmt":"2022-02-28T18:01:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/?p=84"},"modified":"2022-02-28T18:01:21","modified_gmt":"2022-02-28T18:01:21","slug":"tampered","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/?p=84","title":{"rendered":"tampered"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note: this is a revision of my previous poem, 2 weeks in Mourning:<\/em><\/p>\n

My dad died two weeks ago.<\/p>\n

When I felt years younger.<\/p>\n

Simply alive, then not alive.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Both of us, in a way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Alone in the ward, his final breath,<\/p>\n

shared only with strangers,<\/p>\n

joined in whispering ether,<\/p>\n

of others, lost in sojourn.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A nightmare had me parked down below,<\/p>\n

on the street, clawing at doors,<\/p>\n

clamoring at bricks,<\/p>\n

to climb to him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My memories have changed<\/p>\n

Each now newly stamped,<\/p>\n

One by one,<\/p>\n

A bloody red burn, smoking parchment,<\/p>\n

a reaper’s hand, diligently thumbing through,<\/p>\n

smashing that mark down,<\/p>\n

each and every one of them, redefined,<\/p>\n

Re. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>Filed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Soot in the fine grains of a thumbprint,<\/p>\n

Like evidence,<\/p>\n

A feeling that someone has tampered<\/span><\/p>\n

*redacted*<\/em><\/p>\n

Redefining each memory,<\/p>\n

as they burn, and burn again, \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

burn Me away,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the Me you may have known,<\/p>\n

now another to mourn,<\/p>\n

in a tidy clasp of ashes,<\/p>\n

like my father\u2019s remains.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*redacted*<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Different now,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Different now,<\/p>\n

Hollow…\u00a0no, not quite,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every memory polluted,<\/p>\n

Now I, Me\/Re. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>Filed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\/ compromised \/ I\u2019m<\/p>\n

*spark*<\/em><\/p>\n

Stuttering, hunched, mumbling,<\/p>\n

Half of me gone<\/p>\n

A bitten tongue<\/p>\n

No, I mean that, science means that<\/p>\n

Half of who would be me<\/p>\n

is gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Note: this is a revision of my previous poem, 2 weeks in Mourning: My dad died two weeks ago. When I felt years younger. Simply alive, then not alive.\u00a0 Both of us, in a way.   Alone in the ward, his final breath, shared only with strangers, joined in whispering ether, of others, lost in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-84","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-all","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sadserif.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}