Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE WEST DESK WINDOW 4:55pm

We Don’t Need A Bed

Our Bodies Will Be Our Bed

We Don’t Need Our Bodies

Our Mind Minds

Will Slay Us

THE SALVATION ARMY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Last Night I packed up

the back of My Ford Escape

with cartons of dishes from The Shakespeare House

unopened

Eliza’s portable crib & baby blankets

from 18 years ago

My Grandmother’s Singer Sewing Machine

from 50 years ago

2 very good twin mattress pads

from when My Children visited Me —

Their Floral Comforters went yesterday too

along with My Fantasy Bed Set

composed of A Christmas Quilt

& Bright Red Sheets —

They went to My Kind-hearted

Social Worker Friend

Who told me She found A Little Man

made out of aluminium foil

somewhere within the folds