The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:48pm
My Preciousness I will dress for You
in White & Silver
to meet You at The Pearly Gates
with a bouquet of Almond Roses
I will take Your Right Hand with My Left
as I have longed to for these back-to-back decades
I will be in Contrast to Your Blackness
to Your Latency
I will provide The Opposition
for Our Reconciliation painted Grey
The Hawk Portico 3:40pm
Blanketed in Eliza’s cream-coloured Horse Throw
Mrs. Blair slouches slightly in Her Red Deck Chair
within the enclosure of Her Stoop
She wears a sun hat to protect a possible cancerous spot
on Her Right Cheek
She wears Her Serengetis
because The Sun is that bright
Her Daughter Eliza, driving Her 2000 Black Lincoln LS
pulls into the front yard announcing
“Mom, You look like an idiot.”
Then for something a little more descriptive:
“You look like a moth,
or someone Who’s trying to look like a moth –”
“A Lunar Moth?”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:55pm
DHW
You can’t get Me
by presenting health care professionals
dressed in black
dropping Me into The Black Abyss
of the blood-letting chair
making Me have to go to The Pristine Public Wash Room
where I heavily considered drawing Your Initials
on the wall above The Mirror —
and Outside!
Everywhere it seemed I heard
Your well-used “See Ya!”
You showed Me every arrangement
of Your Initials on license plates
but I knew I could get home
where I could take an Ativan
under My Direction
Public Health Office, Barrington approx. 10:00am
I am no longer in league
with The Aliens
in Their Purple & Black
I wear White & Aqua now
Beige, Grey, Dark Brown
still have My Blue Jeans
& Linen Tops
All My Black Articles
have been tossed —
Eliza took Two Black Garbage Bags
to The Salvation Army
but was mad at Me
for throwing Them out —
Hunter understands
Joanna Gilman Hyde 