{"id":925,"date":"2015-11-09T09:24:10","date_gmt":"2015-11-09T16:24:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=925"},"modified":"2015-11-08T11:27:29","modified_gmt":"2015-11-08T18:27:29","slug":"the-phoenixwifes-library-of-love-by-alexandra-seidel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=925","title":{"rendered":"The Phoenixwife&#8217;s Library of Love, by Alexandra Seidel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Nuremberg_chronicles_f_092v_1.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-926\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Nuremberg_chronicles_f_092v_1-223x300.png\" alt=\"Nuremberg_chronicles_f_092v_1\" width=\"223\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Nuremberg_chronicles_f_092v_1-223x300.png 223w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Nuremberg_chronicles_f_092v_1.png 427w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nThe pages curling like lovers<br \/>\naround her flame phoenix fingers<br \/>\ntheir color darkening like the blushing of lips<br \/>\nin an orgasm, lasting as long<br \/>\nbefore the ash purls away on the breeze of paper turned.<\/p>\n<p>She strays all along stacks and racks<br \/>\nand piles of her lovers, one-night-stands<br \/>\nall of them, to be collected on her lips,<br \/>\ntheir ink and vellum like questing tongues<br \/>\nlonging for her voice\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6her hands, her eyes, her very breath<br \/>\na disaster that poets have called love;<br \/>\nsometimes the spines remain, pages she did not turn<br \/>\na tale she could not see through<br \/>\nto its end for reasons hidden within her own heart.<\/p>\n<p>She puts them, one atop the other, high<br \/>\nas walls, porous as the promise of true love<br \/>\nand walks past them every night<br \/>\nbefore she goes to bed alone<br \/>\npretending to herself<br \/>\nthat both sides are happy in this charnel place<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The pages curling like lovers around her flame phoenix fingers their color darkening like the blushing of lips in an orgasm, lasting as long before the ash purls away on the breeze of paper turned. She strays all along stacks and racks and piles of her lovers, one-night-stands all of them, to be collected on [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-925","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=925"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":927,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925\/revisions\/927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=925"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}