Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

MYTH?

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:22pm

So This Is Nova Scotia

I’ve woken up in The Land of Dreams

to find I no longer belong

I have arrived at My Life’s Destination

& The Jays are telling Me

“Go Back, Go Back”

“What do You want to be

when You grow up?”

“I want to be a ballet dancer 

but I’ll probably be an artist”

I hold on tight to My Black Cat Astro

replacement for a beloved Tom

Who was the first creature

I ever grieved over

before My Mother Died

& I fell in love

with The Scripted Little Man

Who’s stayed with Me

in My Mind & Heart

for nearly 20 years

I must go back

to the capable kid I was

with paper route

and baby-sitting jobs

who knew She would be An Artist

Who was An Artist

painting giant canvases

& wowing art teachers

at Cooper Union

— if She could make it there

She could make it anywhere —

but She can’t go back

only forward

without the encumbrances

of Her Mother’s Estate

& The Doctor She Lives With

in a marriage based on His Reality