MONDAY NIGHT
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Family Room 10:22pm
Monday Night when I sat
My Ass down
on a leather foot stool
in front of The Big Black TV
I felt a mantle
of Power
wrap around My Shoulders
I felt I could say anything
& slay with My Words
until I stood up
& turned around
to address — for the first time —
The Entity
I so disdain
I commanded His Direction
which was not forthcoming
I
SAT
RIGHT
BACK
DOWN
& folded My Arms
to
wait
but
He
failed
Me
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