{"id":357,"date":"2025-09-05T18:18:50","date_gmt":"2025-09-05T18:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=357"},"modified":"2025-09-05T18:18:50","modified_gmt":"2025-09-05T18:18:50","slug":"hannah-the-sheer-agency-of-mercy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=357","title":{"rendered":"Hannah (the sheer agency of mercy)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">why must you lend your eyes<br>to mockingbirds?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">these conversant strangers<br>that wish to rinse my grief<br>of the acheless grays it so desires<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">with the colors of dusk infused oceans<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">of the moment<br>when the sun first dips her feet in<br>and her toes<br>like a lit fuse<br>suddenly shake<br>her bitten lips into a smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">into a riotously loud speechlessness<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">in which love is briefly ceaseless<br>and lived in again<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">like the thrift store vases<br>that swift fingers had lifted off forgotten windowsills<br>from whose cracked necks<br>had once swelled<br>our most intimate springs<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">had once blossomed<br>self taught lovers in suits of armor<br>aching to be softened with a single touch<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">why does life<br>in its mere continuance<br>seek to plagiarize you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">stealing from strangers<br>the cuttings that still could have grown a dream<br>but never again you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">because you were the only diviner<br>who could point to a spot<br>where my tears had grown bones of their own<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and say<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">that<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">that is where I could love you next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Daughter (Firestorm)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":358,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[7,6],"class_list":["post-357","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=357"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":359,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357\/revisions\/359"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/358"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=357"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=357"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}