{"id":2615,"date":"2026-09-01T16:13:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-01T16:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2615"},"modified":"2026-09-14T11:17:24","modified_gmt":"2026-09-14T11:17:24","slug":"grill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2615","title":{"rendered":"Grill"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">September slinks forward before I\u2019m ready.<br>The end of summer evades detection.<br>It pressurizes slowly, gaining pace <br>only in the waning days of August, <br>which brings its will-stopping miasma <br>of code orange soupy drenched air <br>into the coming calendar sheet.<br><br>A magma-hot smoked sausage link,<br>the month that steamrolls autumn into our lives<br>rolls toward my unguarded belly.<br>Threatening to go aerial, <br>the new month is a taut tube steak, <br>its smooth-with-steam exterior <br>cartwheeling over the char-singed grate, <br>aiming to escape the swim club\u2019s gas Weber.<br><br>September brings darker mornings, <br>and with it, earlier evenings, <br>more hectic social calendars, <br>and the promise of some form of explosion:<br>emotional, social, mental, physical. <br><br>I am in denial; <br>I close my eyes.<br>\"Wake me up When September ends,\"<br>I say, summoning my best Billy Joe Armstrong.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cGrill,\u201d a capture of the first day of September hailing the coming of darkness blues, written Tuesday, September 01, 2026 poem 244 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. PPhoto: &#8220;Meats on a Weber,&#8221;  by Diana Ludwick \u00a9 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2681,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,262,552,200,1717,2,551],"tags":[2694,2396,2692,2689,2693,2690,1338,2620,2691,2695,2621,134],"class_list":["post-2615","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-dry-humor","category-faux-lament","category-humor","category-loosely-hinged-2","category-poems","category-unserious","tag-changing-seasons","tag-fall-is-coming","tag-grate","tag-grill","tag-heat","tag-hot-dogs","tag-humidity","tag-late-summer","tag-sausage","tag-season","tag-september","tag-summer"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2615","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2615"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2615\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2760,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2615\/revisions\/2760"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2681"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2615"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2615"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2615"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}