The Hawk West Desk Window 8:51pm
I had to line up at 9:00pm
for My “Meds”
with monotonous regularity
during My Confinement(s)
where My “Activity Level” was marked
“O” on a big white bulletin board
& all I could do to occupy My Self
was write in My Diary
never finish a jigsaw puzzle
& put up signs in My Room
stating “I Am The Figurative Christ”
& “I Am Starving (literally) for Somebody
Nobody Knows” — name spelled out on sign —
(They made Me take the signs down)
The Hawk Deck 7:30pm
Nothing will unhinge My Happiness
here —
no dying or dead parents
no deranged brother
no cloak of depression
only My Black Cat Astro
— if He were to die
I would be heart-broken:
My Happiness mauled to pieces
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
I am the eleven-year-old school girl
trudging up Mountainview Avenue
deliberately crossing through woods
in front of My House
rather than take the paved drive way
–
I am a Tower of Poetic License
I write My Life as It comes to Me
in grades of Sterling Silver
in shades of reconciliation
between black & white
I am Alive
& I know it
even in My Seep
Joanna Gilman Hyde 