{"id":5763,"date":"2025-04-30T16:43:38","date_gmt":"2025-04-30T22:43:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/?p=5763"},"modified":"2025-04-30T16:43:38","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T22:43:38","slug":"grimms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/grimms\/","title":{"rendered":"Grimm&#8217;s"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">The ticket stabber is over-<br>flowing on hour ten of my shift. <br>\u201c\u00a1Vamos pendeja, vamos!\u201d Miguel<br>yells over the counter. I flip off <br>the food heater and stick three<br>ice cubes down my bra, then stack <br>table 34\u2019s plates on my left arm. <br>\u201cLex, I need a follow\u201d she runs <br>over and grabs the last basket of <br>chili cheese tots. An hour later, <br>the counter is empty and wiped<br>clean of grease. I restock sauces in<br>the walk-in and sit down for the first<br>time today. I clock out at 10:45, say <br>my rounds of \u201cGoodnight\u201d to the last <br>standing servers. Pepper spray clutch<br>in hand, I fumble for my keys in the dim <br>parking lot. The silence in the passenger<br>seat is my favorite part of a double-day.<br>I pull into the gravel driveway, frowning<br>at the orange-lit room next to mine. <br>I knock twice on the purple door so <br>my baby sister knows it\u2019s just me.<br>\u201cCan you read me a bedtime story?\u201d<br> <br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The ticket stabber is over-flowing on hour ten of my shift. \u201c\u00a1Vamos pendeja, vamos!\u201d Miguelyells over the counter. I flip off the food heater and stick threeice cubes down my bra, then stack table 34\u2019s plates on my left arm. \u201cLex, I need a follow\u201d she runs over and grabs the last basket of chili [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_editorskit_title_hidden":false,"_editorskit_reading_time":0,"_editorskit_is_block_options_detached":false,"_editorskit_block_options_position":"{}","_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"art_contributors":[],"literary_contributors":[437],"class_list":["post-5763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","literary_contributors-lowe-kaylee"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5763","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5763"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5764,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5763\/revisions\/5764"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5763"},{"taxonomy":"art_contributors","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/art_contributors?post=5763"},{"taxonomy":"literary_contributors","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novusliterary.com\/2025-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/literary_contributors?post=5763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}