{"id":371,"date":"2016-05-05T16:19:10","date_gmt":"2016-05-05T21:19:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nicholls.edu\/mosaic\/?p=371"},"modified":"2016-05-05T16:19:10","modified_gmt":"2016-05-05T21:19:10","slug":"syncopation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nicholls.edu\/mosaic\/2016\/05\/05\/syncopation\/","title":{"rendered":"Syncopation"},"content":{"rendered":"
by Corey Sonier<\/em><\/p>\n Second Place: *The David Middleton Poetry Prize*<\/em><\/p>\n I no longer see myself by Corey Sonier Second Place: *The David Middleton Poetry Prize* I no longer see myself in the crinkles of your nose or the creases on your palms, for I am no longer there— as if I ever was. Did you leave your love on the windowsill, or in forgotten shoes by the door? Only left […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nicholls"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nin the crinkles of your nose
\nor the creases on your palms,
\nfor I am no longer there—
\nas if I ever was.
\nDid you leave your love
\non the windowsill,
\nor in forgotten shoes
\nby the door?
\nOnly left with memories of
\nhearts that never touched,
\nnever quite resonated,
\nalways a beat out of place,
\nnot quite a melody.
\nSongs we tapped toes to
\nwere never quite our own.
\ndancing with phantoms
\non two left feet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"