Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

That Little Bird Again

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again

in The Scraggly Apple

& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me

before My Daughter called to ask

if I could find Her Horse Binder

(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)

Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me

He’s sick of all this New Age Shit

about feebleness conquering strength

about Our New Era

when “God” is (finally?) questioned

when Humanity is being examined

when The Global Financial Picture is a blur

— but still no answers —

nothing concrete

so came The Little Bird Tweet

MY GOD BODY

The Hawk West Window 1:02pm

Eating My Deli Turkey Sandwich

I realized

My Body tells Me what to do

It has authority over My Every Move

It tells Me when I need to eat

need to yawn

need to sigh

need to pee

It takes heed of all My Perceptions

& provides a whole range of Voodoo Pains

for Me to interpret

It tells Me when I need to sleep

It leads My Life

My Body is My Guide

& My God

(& nobody else’s)