Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

ACCIDENTS ARE A NECESSITY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm

In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews

I was Once Asked The Question:

“What does the saying

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

mean?”

I rose from My Chair

to find My Self Exclaiming

Accidents Are A Necessity”

“Accidents Are A Necessity”

“Accidents Are A Necessity”

until The Psychiatrist

Doctor Appavoo

(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)

had to shut Me up

BODY VOODOO

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:00pm

lately I’ve had a twitching

in My Lower Left Eye Lid

— just looked in a mirror —

It’s really there — twitching away

—  think It’s trying to tell Me something —

I have Left-headed Pulsations too

which make Me stop

— think of what I’m thinking —

should I get on The Digby Ferry

drive to Vermont

— retrieve My Manuscript —

if It’s still there

to be found in My Step-mother’s

Old Farm House

buried under heaps of papers

— somewhere —

in My Dead Father’s Room?

SHEENING SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 7:58pm

My Silver Sheen

Along The Water

Confirms For Me

The Grace

Of All Things

Coalescing

To Form

This Moment