by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:15pm

We Wear Our Minds Outside Our Selves:

if Our Hair is Frazzled

We have gone miles

in open wind

if Our Bellies are Big

We have gorged Ourselves

on Great Ideas

left under The Table

if We Smile

Our Contentment

may mean Our Wanderings

have lead Us

to Our Ends

if We Laugh

We are revealing

Our Most Primitive Selves

in defiance

of the psychiatric labels

for which We were sent away