Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

MY SPIRITUAL SELF

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 IN FEBRUARY

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?”

PERCEPTION

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

NUMBER 38 (NO SIGNIFICANCE)

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