{"id":737,"date":"2006-11-03T11:14:58","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T17:14:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1991\/8-11-91-cant-shake-it\/"},"modified":"2020-06-05T19:52:36","modified_gmt":"2020-06-06T00:52:36","slug":"8-11-91-cant-shake-it","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=737","title":{"rendered":"8-11-91 Can&#8217;t Shake It"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=737\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>New York City<\/p>\n<p>One day, suddenly,<br \/>\nWe came upon a corner<br \/>\nWhere I without feeling knew<br \/>\nBefore anything was in view<br \/>\nThat pain was sitting there, bleeding.<\/p>\n<p>The car had become two dimensional<br \/>\nA cardboard prop from a skit<br \/>\nThat no one would laugh at;<br \/>\nPain sat on the curb, bleeding.<\/p>\n<p>The thick white tarp covered the grass,<br \/>\nA piece of street, the human bodies<br \/>\nThe blood they held minutes before<br \/>\nWhen life drove up the boulevard<br \/>\nBefore pain held his head, bleeding.<\/p>\n<p>In fifteen seconds I saw all this<br \/>\nIn two days my heart felt even more<br \/>\nThat I live to walk another day<br \/>\nTo love, make mistakes and grow<br \/>\nIs a gift I value delicately<br \/>\nFor death is a transition of an eventual nature<br \/>\nAnd pain sits with the living, quietly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>New York City One day, suddenly, We came upon a corner Where I without feeling knew Before anything was in view That pain was sitting there, bleeding. The car had become two dimensional A cardboard prop from a skit That no one would laugh at; Pain sat on the curb, bleeding. The thick white tarp [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":724,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-bT","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/737"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=737"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/737\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4422,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/737\/revisions\/4422"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}