Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm

I’m not trapped by Black

— that’s Black Jesus —

I’ve thrown away all

My Black Clothes

& I’m in Grey now

I still write in books with Black Covers

& The Black Ink comes leaking through

making Me sit up straight

legs crossed

Right Hand

adroitly holding

My Onyx Pen

tipped in Silver