{"id":3089,"date":"2023-12-01T17:28:29","date_gmt":"2023-12-01T17:28:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/?page_id=3089"},"modified":"2023-12-03T05:39:58","modified_gmt":"2023-12-03T05:39:58","slug":"confession-from-the-daughter-of-american-gothic-by-chloe-cook","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/confession-from-the-daughter-of-american-gothic-by-chloe-cook\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Confession from the Daughter of American Gothic&#8221; by Chloe Cook"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">She found me collecting eggs in the coop\u2014\nlooked at me with crave, with wolf, with glowy-eyedness.\n\nShe wrenched me, lulled me into the wild lakes. \nWe swam breathless as knotted hydrilla curved\n\naround our ankles. She, my metonym for absolution,\nshe, my christening, she, my Americana. Her fingers\n\nfound the line of my back, my thighs full of flame\u2014\nlandbound, my girlhood settled in the field.\n\nOur sweat cleansed a strawbale, our jaws\njittered under the lightweight warmth of an apron. \n\nShe licked the salt from my neck. I brushed dirt\nfrom her temple. And we were full of exchange. \n\nMe, at first light: a white poppy crooning with luster. \nThen she held me behind the barn. Come tomorrow:\n\nmy father, full of pioneer spirit, \nwill have our portrait painted\n\nand inadvertently make a wife of me \nwithout knowing the secrets in my dress.\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Chloe Cook<\/strong> holds a BA in English from Northern Kentucky University. Her work is featured or forthcoming in\u00a0<em>The Journal,\u00a0Arkansas Review,\u00a0Bayou Magazine,\u00a0Delta Poetry Review<\/em>, and elsewhere. She is currently an MFA candidate\u00a0at the University of Florida, where she&#8217;s an editorial\u00a0assistant for\u00a0Subtropics.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She found me collecting eggs in the coop\u2014 looked at me with crave, with wolf, with glowy-eyedness. She wrenched me, lulled me into the wild lakes. We swam breathless as knotted hydrilla curved around our ankles. She, my metonym for absolution, she, my christening, she, my Americana. Her fingers found the line of my back, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/confession-from-the-daughter-of-american-gothic-by-chloe-cook\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8220;Confession from the Daughter of American Gothic&#8221; by Chloe Cook&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2310,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3089","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3089","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2310"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3089"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3089\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.miamioh.edu\/oxmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}