Joanna Gilman Hyde

In a Barrington Passage car park

I listen to 90’s on 9

“That’s Me in The Corner

That’s Me in The Spot Light

Losing My Religion”

— I listen to 90’s on 9

to reclaim the decade

stolen by My Mother’s Brain Tumour —

is this another Dead Mother poem

or My Reclamation

of What I’m OWED?

Making up for months & months

of psychiatric hospitalizations

of years of being so depressed

I couldn’t take care of My Children

of writing a 364 page Manuscript

— The Encapsulation —

only to gleefully shred It

— every copy I possessed —

on a sunny June afternoon

fifteen years later?