Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 9:00pm

I sat or paced

in that place of unfavourable recollection

where My First Husband

tried to feed Me a sandwich

telling Me I couldn’t come home

until “this idea” was out

of My Mind —

This I dead Idea

evolved from that hell hole

to My Freedom of Writing

fifteen or twenty years

away from confinement

& starvation

I am able to write

I LOVE