THE KITCHEN SINK
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:11pm
Black Jesus stood at Her Kitchen Sink
& looked down
into the slowly swirling soap film
on the surface of Her Casserole Dish
She was about to wash clean
She saw a collection of galaxies
swimming clock-wise
& right before Her EYEs
The Galaxies turned into Spermatozoa
& She decided not to wash
She left Her Station to eat A Piece Of Carrot Cake
& when She came back
She looked again —
Her Casserole contained
The Universe
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
This whole Black Jesus thing intrigues me.
It intrigues me too — I’m not sure exactly how it has come about or where it is going. I am pleased to have a positive response from a black man.