{"id":21291,"date":"2025-02-23T06:55:05","date_gmt":"2025-02-23T11:55:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/?p=21291"},"modified":"2025-02-23T06:55:05","modified_gmt":"2025-02-23T11:55:05","slug":"two-micros-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/flash-nonfiction\/two-micros-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Micros"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Daddy<\/h5>\n<p>When my therapist said you were a terrible father, you flared up, almost cascaded out of my mouth.<\/p>\n<p>Most of the time now, I don\u2019t scurry around in dim corners. I don\u2019t juggle sarcastic comebacks, throw I\u2019ll-get-you-first daggers, leave. I don\u2019t spin recluse spider webs around myself. Still, sometimes the fault lines crack open, and there you are, looking at me like you opened up a Tupperware from the back of the fridge and saw something disgusting. But now, Daddy, look into the Tupperware of you: Festering, slimy. Rancid.<\/p>\n<p>Guess what? The defective one, the unlovable, it was never me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5>Dirty Laundry<\/h5>\n<p>When you hit me, Daddy, do you aim for my thighs, buttocks, back, belly?<\/p>\n<p>Or do you strike out blindly, carried on tsunami waves that were born fathoms deep and travel far, growing in fury until they break on the designated shoreline of my body?<\/p>\n<p>Where your hand or fist or belt pounds into my very cells that I am bad, bad, bad\u2014like in ancient times on the morning after a wedding, when the women would pound the sheets<br \/>\nagainst rocks to beat out the stains\u2014<\/p>\n<p>You pound and you pound, and then you hang me out to dry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When my therapist said you were a terrible father, you flared up, almost cascaded out of my mouth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":182,"featured_media":21810,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3529],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-flash-nonfiction","writer-cynthia-bernard"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21291","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/182"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21291"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21811,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21291\/revisions\/21811"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}