The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
“Maybe He has carried You far enough”
“But He will carry Me for The Rest of My Life”
“You are happy, now, where You are”
“Are You trying to tell Me to get rid of Him?”
“No, but just keep Him In Reserve”
“Yes, maybe I can do that. He needn’t be
in the forefront of My Mind”
“He needn’t be in the forefront
of The World”
The Hawk Kitchen 11:11am
Those *2* Giant Blocks
of Rectangular Silver
Came Crashing Down
on My Miles of Silver Duct Tape
on My Miles of Watery Plastic Sheeting
on My Ten-thousand Square Feet of Dacron Canvas
laid out, smoothed out
weighed down by 400 Sand Bags
Painted for Thousands of Office Workers
It was My
It All Came Crashing Down
in Zillions of Silver Streaks
on My Head on The Afternoon of March 31st, 1993
I have been crawling out ever since
note: title from WHB
Joanna Gilman Hyde