Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

The END?

Eye sleep cross–wise

in my husband’s bed

well it’s mine now eye guess

we’re getting divorced

@ his request

Studio Viewing

He With Drew

From The Tomato-coloured Couch:

And Eye Am Restored —

with The Moon* Full Above

My Blushing Ocean Outlook

Eye have My House Full

of My Art, Eye have

My Cats, 5 in all

and Eye have My Food

The Substance of My Soul

which Eye Know Now

to Be Joined in Thought

In Observation, In Sensing

In Fun and Eye am Happy …

*The Emblem of Silver

From The Hawk Queen Bed 2:30 am On A Very Rainy Night

That Head Eye Adored

for 20 years

was encased in black fur

like a hood

and Eye was kissing him again

and crying through the fur

“I married you for protection!”

A penis was there too

long and straight

and Eye pushed him backwards

to gain it’s insertion

but as Eye felt the force

of the substance I had married

and tried to reclaim

he withdrew

Tourmalinated Quartz

Today Eye have bought The Ring

to signify emergence

from the undergrowth of my marriage

striated as Eye am

wearing the literal pattern

of freedom from the forest floor

where buy eye see the clearing before me

The Eternal Female

Eye have Her

on my shoulder again, my right

at my ear

26 years later

I still hear Her melodious words:

” You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star”

She is warming me

in the absence of my husband

and I cannot live

without Her now —

though with Her

Eye will live forever

and ever

The Redirecting Nightmare

He had put my mother’s furniture out

around the corner of the Shakespeare House

to get whatever he could for it

and was moving in with his pregnant girlfriend

who had a crib stuck in the staircase

with me climbing up through it —

Someone had removed Self Organizing Galaxy

off the internet —

My Daughter was going away

with her hands dry and neglected

and I was unable to retrieve

the phone number

of one of my only friends

for help

Open Letter to My Husband of Twenty Years

Here I am with an orange flower in my hair — waiting for you in my mind and my body, which are co-joined as I am with you.

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3 Years To The Day

I walked out of The Marital Bedroom

angry as I was

yet His Blue Sage Tranquility Candle

is set again upon My Bathroom Window Sill.

I wear The Divorce Ring

I forced Him to buy two summers ago

upon My Left Ring Finger

to signify the solidity

of my determination

to keep The Man I claim —

The Man I married

by mistake

The Man who incites my ferocity

and excites the most basic desire

I know.

I know.