Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: October, 2012

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 12:45pm

You knew I would write

something festering

for today

I’m dressed like The Athletic Witch that I am:

black kicks, black capris. black underwear

grey knit zip-up running top

white bra, white socks

with two loads of laundry out on the line

first Dark, then Light

and I Got My Period

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The Hawk Portico 5:00pm

Boy am I glad I got

My Canadian Citizenship

— at first I thought

I had to relinquish My American

but I didn’t —

so I got My Canadian in 1995

I call My Self a Dual Citizen

Born American

Canadian By Choice

and as a Canadian, under

the provisions of the Citizen Act and,

as such, [am] entitled to all the rights

and privileges and [am] subject

to all the duties and responsibilities

of a Canadian Citizen

ENDEARMENT

The Hawk Portico NOON

When I hear The Squawk of The Jay

It stirs something in Me

some nebulous touch of nostalgia

I cannot put My Finger on

It has something to do with My Childhood

or My Growing Up

solitary in Valley Cottage

maybe in The Backyard Woods —

I had few friends:

one kooky one

Who always chanted “Hyde Hyde —

Take Me Outside”

when I was happy to oblige

after some pretend reluctance

THE DEAD CHICKADEE

The Hawk Living Room 6:40pm

I wrapped The Corpse

of My Mother

in Saran Wrap

so I could see Her better

& carried Her inside the house

My House

so I could hear Her better

I refrained from putting Her

inside the freezer

& carried Her instead

to the downstairs bathroom

to partake in the ceremony

befallen all The Others

Note:  This was written on the last page of My Keith Haring Journal

THE HAWK BEDROOM 7:40pm

Our Green Bedroom

is like an attic room

cozy under the eaves of the peaked roof-line

It’s been newly floored

with cork IDENTITY SILVER

& newly trimmed in Beauti-Tone

DESIGNER SERIES Stanhope Shore Matte

while I painted two coats

I listened to CJLS

& took My Lunch Break the first day

& A Tea Break the second

Our Colossal Bed is still pulled away

from the west wall

to allow for the remaining installation

of moulding along the baseboard

Our “Always Kiss Me Goodnight” sign

given to Me by Our Real Estate Agent

when We moved in

hangs above the south window

harmonizing with the trim

 

THE HAWK KITCHEN 6:10pm

My Cat Astro

I Love So Much

hissed at Me today

when I manhandled Him

onto My Lap

I’ve never heard Him hiss before —

I will never treat Him

so brusquely again

I might get a tattoo

“PROLIFE”

on My Forehead —

of course I want The Cows to be happy

& The Rancher’s Mink to be beautiful

handled humanely

but We’ve got to have The Line

between Human

& Animal

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:45pm

What Was It I Was Thinking

In The 3rd Grade

when I learned what Day Dreaming meant?

“Joanna,” said Mrs. Marshall

“Stop Day Dreaming”

Was I Looking Out

A West Window?

THE HAWK FAMILY ROOM 2:22pm

I once stood before a window screened

with hardware cloth

in an institution

of not My Choosing

from an upper storey

I stood there as if

before a microphone

I called out

to imaginary Children below

to save Them from the water’s edge

to save The Gulls from extinction

ELIZA HAEGHAERT HYDE

The Hawk Portico 1:15pm

On A Day Like Lovely Today

Eighteen Years Ago

I Laboured All Day

With My Daughter

Who Was Hardly A Labour

Born Into An Inflatable Pool

@ 9:04 That Night:

She Came Out PERFECT

VIEW FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 2:22pm

My Daughter stood above Me

on The Hawk Balcony

wearing an off-white sweater

She slipped on a pearl earring

Her Face was “Done”

She looked like the apparition

of An Angel

— I wished I could just send

My Mother’s Island Possession

over to Her —

but She’s going to Her Boyfriend’s hockey game

& turning 18 tomorrow

& now She’s changed

into a grey sweatshirt