Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:32pm

Let Me Find My Silver Pen

To Write On Your Forehead

As You Lie Back

With Your Eyes Closed —

Let Me Write On You —

Above All

I Love You —

You’re Not Going To Die

You Will Have Your Fill Of Dreams

Happy And Bad, Terrible Even —

But You Must Go Through

The Terror

And Comfort

Of The Night

In Order To Wake —

Go To Sleep My Precious World —

Let Me Rock You To Sleep

Let Me Draw My Label

My Signature

On Your Forehead —

Let Me Find My Red Felt Pen

My Permanent Marker

To Draw Upon You

Above Your Eyes

A Fleshy Heart

Filled In With Red

Out-lined By Black