{"id":1886,"date":"2013-08-20T08:37:49","date_gmt":"2013-08-20T16:37:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1886"},"modified":"2013-08-20T09:21:18","modified_gmt":"2013-08-20T17:21:18","slug":"cheryl-waitkevich","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1886","title":{"rendered":"Cheryl Waitkevich"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Before Everything Happened<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before everything happened<\/p>\n<p>the kids ran steps 2 at a time<\/p>\n<p>laundry was folded regardless.<\/p>\n<p>roses bloomed lilac colored,<\/p>\n<p>trumpeted dawn and daylight.<\/p>\n<p>before everything happened,<\/p>\n<p>we rode our bikes past noon<\/p>\n<p>the sun burnt the backs of our necks<\/p>\n<p>we fell into the moon.<\/p>\n<p>planets aligned for a moment<\/p>\n<p>Jupiter filled the heavens.<\/p>\n<p>swans swam in ice covered ponds.<\/p>\n<p>before everything happened, I still lied.<\/p>\n<p>you still hit me with the baseball bat<\/p>\n<p>before everything happened<\/p>\n<p>it had all happened, though we hid it.<\/p>\n<p>pretended the dog ate it \u00a0even though it was<\/p>\n<p>too large for a mastiff to swallow.<\/p>\n<p>the regurgitate was there<\/p>\n<p>under the trampoline and we all saw it.<\/p>\n<p>the moon wept while the red roses bloomed<\/p>\n<p>you were sweet on me once,<\/p>\n<p>I too was on you.<\/p>\n<p>before everything happened.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cheryl Waitkevich lives in Olympia with her husband, 2 chihuahuas, 2 cats and 4 chickens. She writes, &#8220;I am a poet&#8211;but find it difficult to say that word, never mind print it. I write for people I love and as a way to capture my memories and feelings. I work at a local hospital&#8230;. It helps me take myself seriously when I dare submit a poem.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Before Everything Happened &nbsp; &nbsp; before everything happened the kids ran steps 2 at a time laundry was folded regardless. roses bloomed lilac colored, trumpeted dawn and daylight. before everything happened, we rode our bikes past noon the sun burnt &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1886\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[557,61,122,8],"tags":[632,631],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1886"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1888,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886\/revisions\/1888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1886"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1886"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1886"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}