{"id":2938,"date":"2017-07-11T18:05:08","date_gmt":"2017-07-11T18:05:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2938"},"modified":"2017-08-05T22:50:52","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:50:52","slug":"choosing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/07\/11\/choosing\/","title":{"rendered":"Choosing"},"content":{"rendered":"<ol class=\"poem\">\n<li>The blood of God I seal inside a box with lock and key.<\/li>\n<li>Too, in that box, a bite of flesh I&#8217;m hoarding just for me.<\/li>\n<li>I treasure them with heart and mind, more than my flesh and blood.<\/li>\n<li>And when I choose between the two, I choose with echoed thud.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;ve bathed myself and purged my soul with treasures set ablaze:<\/li>\n<li>A cross, a clasp, a point, a drop, with power did amaze.<\/li>\n<li>The flames had turned my family bond to charcoal and to ash.<\/li>\n<li>The water drowned my seed and theirs; they vanished with my splash.<\/li>\n<li>My golden trump, with boldened blast, the rainbow did erase.<\/li>\n<li>My em&#8217;rald shield, with swipes and blows, pink, purple, blue defaced.<\/li>\n<li>My coat of skins, with heightened strength, had smothered black and white.<\/li>\n<li>And while they gasp, I scream, \u201cMe! Me! Oh, hey, all look at I!\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>Listen to me read this poem:<\/p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F336639035&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&visual=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&color=ff5500\"><\/iframe>\n<p>Like my poetry?\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/kimsiever\">Send me a pledge on Patreon<\/a>\u00a0for a little as $1 per month. Get pre-release access, watch me write my poems live, and even access exclusive video of me explaining the symbols and metaphors in my poems.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The blood of God I seal inside a box with lock and key. Too, in that box, a bite of flesh I&#8217;m hoarding just for me. I treasure them with heart and mind, more than my flesh and blood. And when I choose between the two, I choose with echoed thud. I&#8217;ve bathed myself and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2939,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/img_4221.jpg?fit=1334%2C888&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4NkW7-choosing","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2933,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/02\/27\/bloody-feast\/","url_meta":{"origin":2938,"position":0},"title":"Bloody Feast","author":"Kim Siever","date":"27 February 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Battered and bruised, pierced for to bleed, Hidden from view under the sheet. 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