{"id":1448,"date":"2012-01-01T18:10:02","date_gmt":"2012-01-01T18:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1448"},"modified":"2012-01-05T14:56:53","modified_gmt":"2012-01-05T14:56:53","slug":"drea-kato-0112","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/drea-kato-0112\/","title":{"rendered":"Drea Kato, 01\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

Perfect Daughter Award<\/strong><\/p>\n

If he were to have a daughter, she would be<\/p>\n

beautiful and bold, with night black hair
\nand eyes, and she would always be freezing
\ncold, perpetual goosebumps. She would know<\/p>\n

the names of tools like they were her children
\nand she would own no clothes with holes.\u00a0 She
\nwould be strong like an ox and would shine in<\/p>\n

the sun.\u00a0 She would adore the color blue and
\ngoing to the beach in a yellow bathing suit.
\nShe would play with all the animals and at night<\/p>\n

dreams, and then things would become in slow motion
\nand she would watch the animals burn slowly, mouths
\ngaping, eyes wide. And she would not feel saddened<\/p>\n

in the morning by these dreams, only invigorated
\nand awoken and believing that this dream was a signal
\nof a bright future. And she would not feel saddened<\/p>\n

in the morning because she would be drowning
\nin the morning, in the little sparkling iced things
\noutside, perhaps the ocean’s salt all over her, the<\/p>\n

scent of cinnamon, stabbing the fruit of the lemon tree.
\nIf he were to have a daughter, she would play the piano
\nand take the entire piano apart and put it back together<\/p>\n

for fun.\u00a0 She would have had perfect manners, perfect
\neyesight, and perfect grammar, and would be finishing
\nup medical school right about now.\u00a0 Until she dies she<\/p>\n

might see a million human hearts up close, but never the
\nfaces, never the faces. Her teeth would be perfect and
\nwhite like little sugar cubes.\u00a0 Her skin the color of<\/p>\n

some type of olive, dark and ripe.\u00a0 And her hair always
\nshining always wet like a car.\u00a0 She would have dreams of
\nRome and Greece and impossible things like world peace<\/p>\n

and the burning animals. She would have dreams to be an
\nartist, dreams of frozen pink cherry trees aflame, dreams
\nof you, and dreams of me, of everyone and everything.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hospital Wolves<\/strong><\/p>\n

Three times a week, I
\ndrug myself into a coma,
\nto finally get some sleep.<\/p>\n

I check myself in officially
\nas an insomniac who is allergic to
\ntelevision and wheat.\u00a0\u00a0 I
\ncheck myself in because I
\ncan’t make it on time to
\nday treatment, and I
\nhate the smell.<\/p>\n

In the silence
\nof music therapy, they force me
\nto eat trays and trays
\nof meat.
\nMy tongue distorts
\nyour hair
\nyour black & white hair,
\nyour white collar,
\nyour tears and the way they taste
\nsliding down your puffy cheeks.<\/p>\n

I never could find you
\nwhen they finally let us
\nout.<\/p>\n

Samuel Clemmings met me in the
\nhallway at night, after
\nlights out, after
\nthe pills.<\/p>\n

I had nothing to give him.
\nBut the clothes on my legs, and
\nmaybe small bottles of hotel
\nshampoo or secrets like the suicides
\nthat happened on my bed
\nand on my walls.\u00a0 He tells me,
\nit is going to be okay, go back
\nto sleep, <\/em>and I do.<\/p>\n

My musician boyfriend and my mother
\ncall me on the phone, but everyone
\nelse
\nhas forgotten me.
\nI am okay with that.
\nAnd continue spitting big words
\ninto the trees, hoping hoping they will
\naccept them as leaves.\u00a0 Walking away,
\nI know they rejected me like a heart transplant.<\/p>\n

Every time I looked in the mirror,
\nI hallucinated
\nI hallucinated
\nI hallucinated
\na vicious beast<\/p>\n

that lept onto my face growling.\u00a0 I screamed
\nto get him off, and he would,
\ntaking the flesh-mask
\nof my skin with him.\u00a0 For weeks after, I would not
\nlook at anyone.\u00a0 I wore
\nmy hair<\/p>\n

to cover my face
\nmy face
\nmy face.<\/p>\n

After 8 days,
\nthe government came,
\nand took me away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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