{"id":2399,"date":"2023-06-25T11:22:31","date_gmt":"2023-06-25T11:22:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/?p=2399"},"modified":"2023-06-25T11:22:31","modified_gmt":"2023-06-25T11:22:31","slug":"la-lune-et-le-mien","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/2023\/06\/25\/la-lune-et-le-mien\/","title":{"rendered":"La Lune et Le Mien"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>Featured in the 2016 Spring Issue of Rambunctious<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">La Lune et Le Mien\nJack Radford, '16\r\n\r\ni have cried until my body ached,\r\nuntil the only words that oozed from my pathetic mouth \r\nwere those lacquered with bitter agony,\r\nlaced with the ferocity of a thousand melancholies, \r\nwords not even the stars could decrypt,\r\nthat left the moon dumbfounded, the good moon,\r\nkept intact with love woven among its craters.\r\nmy moon. my moon whose glow encapsulated my beauty \r\nas the streetlights flickered and the stars slept behind clouds \r\nas cold footsteps on cracked pavement\r\nand moth wings faded into blurry illusions.\r\nmy moon kissed my lips with the weight of the universe,\r\ni felt the planets roll across my tongue and i was not afraid. \r\nthere was a stillness left in there\r\nas the vacuous expanse of space warmed my body.\r\nmy moon cried illustrious tears,\r\ngolden droplets that dribbled onto my wounds\r\nand shimmered in the twilight,\r\nleaving stories in my scars more ancient than sagas scribbled on stone.\r\ni myself was an artifact,\r\nplump lips, soft hair, calloused fingertips and thin legs.\r\nmy moon carved me from the comets\r\nand wove my clothes from the fabric of the universe.\r\nmy moon laid stars in my eyes\r\nand wove the music of the angels into my throat.\r\nmy moon made me beautiful.\r\nmy moon made me beauty, purity, euphoria,\r\nblackness, despair, deprecation,\r\nhelplessness,\r\ndevoid. \r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jack Radford, &#8217;16<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"full-width-single-post.php","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[34,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2399"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2399"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2400,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2399\/revisions\/2400"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}