by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:32pm

I get My Messages

in The Shower

a bellhop knocks on the door

& slides The Envelopes under

They’re usually edged with Gold

— sometimes even Silver —

They’re Replies from

The Man Who Reads My Mind

— for confirmation purposes —

My Replies to Him

are laced within the fluidity

of My Daily Bath