Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Joanna Gilman Hyde

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JOANNA GILMAN HYDE
October 29th, 2011, 2:00 pm
Atlantic Standard Time
 
 
 I AM A PRODUCT
 HOW WILL I SELL —
 WILL MY JUICE BE TESTED?
 
 I AM THE PRODUCT
 OF THE MACHINATIONS OF MY MIND
 UNDER THE INFLUENCE
 OF MY BODY
 
 I AM YOUR PRODUCT
 OF MY DESIRE
 UNDER THE INFLUENCE
 OF MY TIME
 
 I AM OUR PRODUCT
 WHO WILL BE BITING?
 WHO WILL BE CONSUMING ME?
 
 I AM COMING
 INTO VIEW:
 SMELL ME
 TASTE ME
 BREATHE ME
 
 “CROSS MY PALM
 WITH A COIN
 AND I’LL WILLINGLY
 SHOW YOU THE REST*” — OR
 AM I FREE?
 
 *quote from Man of La Mancha
 
 Joanna was born in New York, New York and was brought up in Rockland County
 with summers in Nova Scotia.
 In 1983 she earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts
 from The Cooper Union for The Advancement…

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“Self Organizing Galaxy” at the World Trade Centre by Joanna Hyde

SILVER SKY

The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm

Oh How I Love

My Silver Sky

Layer Upon Layer

Of Molten Cloud

Out Over The Ocean —

But This Sky

Is So Great

The Ocean Acts

As A Liquid Foundation

To The Marvel Of The Heights

FROM A WOULD-BE ANTI-CHOICE PROTESTER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm

What would I say if faced

with a pregnant woman about to walk

into an abortion clinic?

“That Human You Carry

Comes From You —

To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part

Of Your Self”

UNPAINTED

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm

The Sky I Cannot Paint

For It Would Soak Its Way

Slowly From Pale Grey

Into Mottled Blue

Feathering At The Horizon

Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea

And Off Shore Islands

Within A Veiled Hand

In Sickness and In Health

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:17pm

Let The Fever Wash

Over Me, Let The Passion

Dissolve Me In Bed

A Little Drama, Anyone?

The Hawk Queen Bed 6:11pm

If I get sick

I want to be really sick

I register disappointment

with Our Ear Thermometer

being on Low Battery*

With every Flush of My Face

or  Chill of My Limbs

I long to languish

in The Lap of Sympathy

throwing out requests

for tea

*I DO have a fever:

99 degrees F

H is sick too

but He doesn’t have a fever

WARDROBES

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:53pm

Men wear the colours

of Honesty

Women wear any colour

any print

& get away with

Nearly Everything

VERY SHORT POEM

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:47am

I Released A Fly

To Its Freedom

&

That

Was

That

THE BIRD I KILLED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm

He was A Starling

innocent and frightened

by My Maniacal Driving

swooping into His Flock

He hit the front of My Car —

on My Way Back from picking up a pizza

yes, pizza!

He lay in the middle of the road