by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45am

Back in My Bed

on the pretence of not enough sleep

I lie in repose

and wonder the look

on The Face

of The Nameless, Faceless Doctor

Who scraped out My Dear .4

and what of it

in My Reclining Pose

had I demanded My Pieces

be saved —

saved in a jar of formaldehyde?