The Hawk Bench of Fortification 2:45pm
Through My Anger
Through My Female God’s Anger
I will Construct
not peace (that’s so old it hurts)
I will Construct
a New Way of Seeing
for The Whole Planet
— oh, It may take Some Time —
but I’m aiming to use My Time
until I Die, and then some
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:31am
I have woken up to My House in a mess
Eggplant Parmesan has gone uneaten
kitty litter litters Our Bathroom
& has scattered down The Stairs
— it’s The Weekend —
there’ll be no carpenters to work
on Hunter’s Library
but He’s making coffee for Me
I have a window open
& can hear a first bird
of Spring
–
10:30am
The Golden Arches Lay
flattened by last week’s wind
crumpled slightly on the lot
of McDonald’s in Barrington
turned upside down
at closer range
I see Their configuration
as the cartoon drawing
of dangling tits
–
10:42am
My Black Journal lays
on My Lap against My Bare Legs
I’m still in My Black Nightgown
with Black Underwear
My Titties are contained
in a Black Sports Bra
I have drunk My Coffee
& Hunter is Up
eating His Sticky Buns
Joanna Gilman Hyde 