{"id":548,"date":"2012-12-18T03:17:28","date_gmt":"2012-12-18T03:17:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=548"},"modified":"2012-12-18T03:17:28","modified_gmt":"2012-12-18T03:17:28","slug":"inflorescence-by-jay-deshpande","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2012\/12\/18\/inflorescence-by-jay-deshpande\/","title":{"rendered":"Inflorescence by Jay Deshpande"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>INFLORESCENCE<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening in the north woods<br \/>\nbut passion its black fruit you pluck and crawl inside,<br \/>\nfeeling in its clutch the power one day meant<br \/>\nto sing and flower inside of your face<br \/>\nlike a klaxon. At any rate, I didn\u2019t ring it.<br \/>\nHave you ever felt so close to someone you reached<br \/>\nfor the place where your thumb would press<br \/>\nto peel back their skin? Around the table<br \/>\nmoralities gather. I\u2019ll stay here, thank you<br \/>\nI am staying here thank you.<br \/>\nAmong trees you never release yourself.<br \/>\nYou just stay by the water, ghostly plea,<br \/>\nquick glance at the moss. It becomes slowly clear<br \/>\nyou haven\u2019t yet found anything you like.<br \/>\nOther things becoming clear. All day<br \/>\nyou walk ten feet in front of you<br \/>\nand the human brain is only a conversation.<br \/>\nThe human brain is only a conversation<br \/>\ntry something different for a change. Someone\u2019s cold lungs<br \/>\nare speaking to me directly now. Somebody\u2019s feet gather<br \/>\non top of one another to form a sudden cliff.<br \/>\nEvery firstborn child named precipice.<br \/>\nI say crawl inside you, and crawl inside you.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n______________________________________________________<br \/>\n<strong>Jay Deshpande&#8217;s <\/strong>poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in <em>Washington Square, La Petite Zine, Narrative, Handsome, Shampoo, death hums,<\/em> and elsewhere. He is the former poetry editor of <em>AGNI<\/em> and he curates the <em>Metro Rhythm Reading Series<\/em> in Williamsburg (<a href=\"http:\/\/metrorhythm.wordpress.com\">metrorhythm.wordpress.com<\/a>).<br \/>\n&nbsp; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>INFLORESCENCE &nbsp; I don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening in the north woods but passion its black fruit you pluck and crawl inside, feeling in its clutch the power one day meant to sing and flower inside of your face like a klaxon. At any rate, I didn\u2019t ring it. Have you ever felt so close to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/548","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=548"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/548\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}