{"id":3198,"date":"2022-12-19T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-12-19T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=3198"},"modified":"2022-12-09T17:32:16","modified_gmt":"2022-12-09T16:32:16","slug":"patience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2022\/12\/patience\/","title":{"rendered":"Patience"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Image: <\/strong>\u00a9 “File:Chest.png” by No machine-readable author provided. Chikumaya assumed (based on copyright claims). is licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0, Source<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author:<\/strong> Sabine Weyermann<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Autumn is installed,
I feel it in my lungs,
burning bronchi.
You don\u2019t talk.

I\u2019m heavily \u201cdysregulated\u201d, as they say,
stomach in knots, no more of this sweet,
fuzzy sensation of
honeyed warm milk I have
fostered in my belly, precious secret.

Your name, two comforting syllables,
or three, or four,
that I\u2019ve known all my life,
slapping in the wind like
a mighty Greek standard, in several languages.

I repeat it like I could summon you,
and then whisper \u201cFuck you!\u201d, of course meaning
something else, as if you were the culprit,
and not the innocent target of a disaster
that is mine, and mine only,
bursting, all guns blazing,
from my Amygdala.

Or is it?

Am I a burden?
sheltering your feelings, trying
to beat mine back into myself,
so tired of being the freakin\u2019
cool girl<\/em>, faking it.

As if I wasn\u2019t fucking triggered.

When in fact I\u2019m here, and all over your silence,
wide open to you, but biting my lips,
because your words
could rip my body apart,
not knowing if I have to let you go,
for my bloody own sake,
or to wait, wait, ignoring the urgency
to deliver that,

\u201cI have so much of you in my heart\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Image: \u00a9 “File:Chest.png” by No machine-readable author provided. Chikumaya assumed (based on copyright claims). is licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0, Source Author: Sabine Weyermann Autumn is installed,I feel it in my lungs,burning bronchi.You don\u2019t talk. I\u2019m heavily \u201cdysregulated\u201d, as they say,stomach in knots, no more of this sweet,fuzzy sensation of honeyed warm milk I havefostered in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002515,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[74],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-3198","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2022-winter","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3198","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002515"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3198"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3198\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}