{"id":1317,"date":"2012-07-09T05:33:08","date_gmt":"2012-07-09T05:33:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1317"},"modified":"2017-07-11T16:49:31","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T16:49:31","slug":"the-grapefruit-by-lauren-hunt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-grapefruit-by-lauren-hunt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/fruit.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1318 lazyload\" title=\"fruit\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/fruit.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"392\" height=\"169\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 392px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 392\/169;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Grapefruit<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Lauren Hunt<\/p>\n<p>My fingers barely close around the grapefruit.<br \/>\nI feel the weight and size of it, how the rind gives<br \/>\nAnd stretches and rolls in the palm of my hand,<br \/>\nThe missing half of a long forgotten morning prayer.<\/p>\n<p>This grapefruit is a memory, aged but precious.<br \/>\nI am a child again, sitting across from my grandfather,<br \/>\nEating our breakfasts together. My grandmother<br \/>\nAlways told me I could eat as I pleased for breakfast,<\/p>\n<p>But grapefruit for him meant grapefruit for me, too.<br \/>\nBy way of blessing, he nods firmly at me and we rip<br \/>\nOur sugar packets open, together, scattering the strips<br \/>\nOf pink wrinkled paper across the table.<\/p>\n<p>In the grapefruit memory, he&#8217;s no longer as round<br \/>\nAnd laughing as before the first heart attack, but not yet<br \/>\nAs sick and frail as after his fourth. He reads the Jonesboro<br \/>\nSun from cover to cover, even the political pieces, which<\/p>\n<p>Elicit mostly tsking. He says he can&#8217;t believe how red<br \/>\nThe state of Bill Clinton and small farmers has gone.<br \/>\nAcross the worn, handmade table, I sit quietly,<br \/>\nChewing on the sweet and sour of the grapefruit,<\/p>\n<p>And studying the lines of his cheeks and the sunspots<br \/>\nOn his forehead, the anointing balm of a cotton grower.<\/p>\n<p>###<br \/>\nLauren Hunt is currently a law student at the University of Alabama. She graduated with a minor in Creative Writing from Pepperdine University in 2012. She was active as a writer and staff member of Expressionists literary magazine and hopes to continue writing and publishing in the years to come. She can be contacted at <a href=\"mailto:lshunt@crimson.ua.edu\">lshunt@crimson.ua.edu<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt My fingers barely close around the grapefruit. I feel the weight and size of it, how the rind gives And stretches and rolls in the palm of my hand, The missing half of a long forgotten morning prayer. This grapefruit is a memory, aged but precious. I am a child&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[314],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1317"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1317\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}