Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE APPLE SAUCE POEM

The West Desk Window 9:55pm

when I was a child

I had a fantasy

of getting locked inside

a grocery store

overnight

free to eat anything my heart desired

& do you know what I picked?

I picked apple sauce

DIRECTIONS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:33pm

How not to change lives & still sleep

in 3 easy steps:

1) Buy 22 Bars of Silver & lock Them in The Bank

2) Don’t buy a funny-shaped House on The Hawk

to rent to Kristine Zoodedoo

or Hunter’s Secretary

Who said She would move to The Hawk

like a tornado

3a) Don’t ask Your Daughter repeatedly

for Her Opinion on kitchen design features

3b) Eat left-over macaroni

& drink plenty of water out of the tap

of Your Tawdry Fridge

INCEPTION

The Hawk West Desk Window January 7th 10:55pm

The Swimming Pools of Dallas

shone like American Indian Turquoise Necklaces

strung around the kind of Suburbia

I would never see as clearly from the ground

as I could see from My Graduate’s Plane

taking Me across the Midlands of The US

to meet a man with whom I had barely corresponded

to find His Bed available

but attached by The String:

“You would be any man’s desire but

I’m saving My Self for Marriage”