Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

My Alien is flaring up —

I think He is the embodiment

of My Estranged Love

— I felt Him, hard

hard against My Mid-drift

while My Daughter

put acetone on Her Toe Nails

& wrapped Them in tin foil

calling Them Her Space Toes

I felt Him, soft

soft against My Face

when I looked at The New Moon

& Evening Star