{"id":140,"date":"2022-05-18T23:45:40","date_gmt":"2022-05-18T23:45:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/?p=140"},"modified":"2022-05-21T16:45:18","modified_gmt":"2022-05-21T16:45:18","slug":"carroll-street-teahouse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/?p=140","title":{"rendered":"Carroll Street Teahouse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\"><em>*Phil and Rieko are dear friends. As graduate students in Madison, Wisconsin, we often drank tea in their perfect little apartment. Phil chose mysterious selections from his tea collection \u2013 Indian, Chinese, Japanese, and the prized Red Rose teabags.<\/em> <em>We sometimes sat in silence and let our thoughts roam.\n<\/em>\nPhil poured from a tiny teapot,\nMade me guess the type of tea.\nWe always preferred impractical knowledge.\n\nPoem in a place of honor on the refrigerator door.\n\nAt the bottom of the teacup,\nthe bones of numberless fish\nin a nameless sea.\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>*Phil and Rieko are dear friends. As graduate students in Madison, Wisconsin, we often drank tea in their perfect little apartment. Phil chose mysterious selections from his tea collection \u2013 Indian, Chinese, Japanese, and the prized Red Rose teabags. We sometimes sat in silence and let our thoughts roam. Phil poured from a tiny teapot,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=140"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":158,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140\/revisions\/158"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}