MY PEOPLE
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
I watched The Sun
born under a solid lip
of pink-streaked cloud
He arrived into This World
Radiant Red
while My Alien
squirmed inside
beneath My Lower Rib Cage
crying fiercely to Me
I AM ALIVE
I love your people, Joanna.
Gee wiz, thanks — I’ve just got to get this Alien squared away — my husband just examined my stomach and found no tumour.