Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

TREE HOUSE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm

When I go to bed

I’m up in a Tree House

with the wind @ My Head

& the sloping ceiling

wafting over Me

like a Tent

SELF-CONTAINMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am self-contained

I do not need another

half

a partner of religion

of life

I can eat My Ice Cream

alone

on My Tomato-coloured Couch

and not worry

about

a God-damn

Thing

HOW I STAY FIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:11pm

Nearly every morning

I gear up for My 4,000 Metre Row

on My Concept 2 Rowing Machine

with computerized clock:

My Columbia Shell Shorts

Sportex Sports Bra

Joe Fresh Sleeveless Grey Under-shirt

Anklet Sox from Eliza

& Old Nike Sneakers

make Me —

into The Basement I go

to put Classic Vocal Trance

on The Hulk (My Husband’s biggest computer)

& warm up with four rounds each

of personal exercises

I wipe down the C2 bar

on-which the seat slides

& strap My Self into the foot rests

I pull the handles

& focus My Vision on the in-out motion

of the chain

& watch The Clock

like a Hawk

for 11 Minutes & 22 Seconds

— take a clocked break upstairs —

— drink from My LIFE Glass —

& go back down to hit

22:22

 

GREY MORNING

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am

I hear the roar of The Cape

through Our closed bedroom windows

a deluge of rain last night

leaked through the front door

I’m sitting in bed

waiting for Hunter

to bring The Coffee

He’s already fed

The Cats