Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

ad infinitum

The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm

I’ve spilled a galactic cluster

of flour

against My darkened kitchen floor:

too precious an accident

to sweep up

I AM THE FIGURATIVE CHRIST

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm

Dressed in My Silver Robe

I have Windexed My Dining Room

Table

to lay My Self out

drawn & quartered

for The Sake Of Humanity —

I was born out of Desolation, Depression

Death

to arrive at This Juncture

between the last Two Thousand Years

& the next