WHAT MIGHT SHE HAVE SEEN?

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:15pm

I do not wonder at My Father’s Death —

how It was for Him

as I wonder at My Mother’s

My Father may have been asleep —

He died in the night

as far as I know

but My Mother was wide, wide

awake

& blazed Her Eyes open

except for one torturous blink

which opened back up

in Her Last Guttural Heave