{"id":606,"date":"2012-07-23T17:52:34","date_gmt":"2012-07-24T00:52:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=606"},"modified":"2012-07-06T17:53:43","modified_gmt":"2012-07-07T00:53:43","slug":"familiar-by-ash-krafton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=606","title":{"rendered":"Familiar By Ash Krafton"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><span>The crow is my own. He tilts his head toward my whispering<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>I whisper, why? Not for shame that others might hear<br \/>\nbut so the other crows should not<br \/>\nfor a woman can only be master to one crow at a time.<br \/>\nHe claws his way along the branch<br \/>\none scaly scrape at a time and clucks deep in his throat<br \/>\nlike sand over gravel, the words a tale of a long road.<br \/>\nOthers, far off in the corn field, taunting<br \/>\nraucous cries blackened eyes onyx lies&#8211;<br \/>\nI know them for what they are<br \/>\nand so does he. A twist of his head<br \/>\nhe swings his black beak toward me<br \/>\na hook, a foil, a condemnation<br \/>\nI nod, relishing the pain.<br \/>\nMaster to one and hunted by all<br \/>\nI press my palm against the window screen<br \/>\nsoon, nothing will separate us.<br \/>\nTonight, we&#8217;ll dine in hell and sweep the field clean.<br \/>\nThe heavy steps in the hall fix my breath in my throat<br \/>\nno need to turn around, to see what&#8217;s there.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>On a breath I whisper away my secret pieces<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>he, the vessel of my escape<br \/>\nMy crow leaps in a sudden sweep of wing and sails away,<br \/>\nthe scent of his feathers a balm to a soon-broken soul.<\/p>\n<p>reflected in his shiny gaze<br \/>\nI, the lark within my cage<br \/>\nhis raucous cries<br \/>\nthe fledgling dies<br \/>\na murder of crows, a sea of rage<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The crow is my own. He tilts his head toward my whispering I whisper, why? Not for shame that others might hear but so the other crows should not for a woman can only be master to one crow at a time. He claws his way along the branch one scaly scrape at a time [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/606","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=606"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/606\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":608,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/606\/revisions\/608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}