Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Corner Room 1:53pm

You were incubating within Me

sixteen years ago

and on the anniversary of My Mother’s Death

by fate

You were removed

still screaming

as I hear You now

propelling Me to write out

what You still mean —

Where Are Your Bones?

Did You Have Them?

Are They in The Starry Dust

I See Throughout My House?

And Your Little Heart —

Did You Have One Yet?

Does It Beat When I Hear

My Favourite Songs?

And Your Blood —

The Only Part Of You I’m Sure Of —

It Still Gushes From Me

And Pushes Me Through