Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:30pm

If My Old Down-trodden Psychiatrist

could see Me now

cooking chicken & rice

writing 7 or 8 poems a day

loving My Husband

& My Cats

shopping & going to the hairdresser

What Would He Think?

Was/Is She Mad?

How has She Come This Far

& better yet —

Where Is She Going?