Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

CONJUNCTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm

I’m having a flash-back

back to when I was in

My Mother’s Womb — I knew then

I’d be a stocky blond

in red sneakers & a white gym suit

on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center

& grow up to marry well

twice-over —

I knew then I would harbour

within the duration of My Existence

a pulling enticement

which when met

would give birth

to the ultimate contraction

between

young & old

&

I would live & die

in

one

moment

SAFETY

The Hawk Kitchen 2:59pm

an immobilized fly

knows no secrets

adhering, somehow, to the outside

of My Living Room Window

— I thought He was a spy —

when I wanted to write

“What Do I Most

Want To Say –“

and for Whom?

“For My Self”

— I saw He had died —