The Hawk Kitchen 7:32pm
The Three Most Commonly Used
Curse Words In North America
are
Fuck, Shit & Jesus Christ
& There Are At Least 3 Very Good Reasons
behind each one
The Hawk Basement NOON
I stood in the laundry room
contemplating a change
of rowing gear —
looking down at My Flimsy Shorts
I saw a tiny star
like the ones from My Visual Field Test
drop
into
My Field of Vision
&
so
I wear
a tee-shirt from Eliza
which says
“GOLD is GOD”
spelled
with
an
“L”
The Hawk Kitchen 10:15am
I stood like Lolita
in one gym sock
at the head of the stairs
while WHB informed Me
the eye doctor
found nothing wrong
& that I just have to live
with seeing My Aura
which is My Halo
The Hawk Corner Room 8:15am
I see a vertical
Ray Of Hope
defusing now at the top
of bulbous clouds
and emanating downward
into pink diagonals
at The Edge
of My Silver Ocean
The Hawk Outpost 8:06am
A New Day is upon Us
and A New Year
bespoken by the clouds
rippling above a line
of peach
telling Us We’re in
The Clear
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22pm
I have X’d out
the 10/22
next to My Signature
on “My Black Star”
It makes Me feel good
to see this black line
over something once held
in the highest esteem
now ground down
into The Earth
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm
I have come a long way
since My Son
was born
27 years ago
& I have decided to make
My New Year’s Resolution
early:
NO MORE SIGNIFICANCE
TO SEQUENTIAL 2’s —
if I could stop drinking I can
stop anything —
and I WILL stop The World
when It’s Time
The Hawk Window Seat 9:11pm
I inadvertently support
the pharmaceutical industry —
I’m a hard swallower —
I glug down My 13 Pills
all at once —
& hope for the best rest
I can get
The Hawk Outpost 4:49pm
There’s That Beautiful Soft Light
Along The Horizon
Again
Shielding Me From Harm
While My Husband Takes A Nap
& The Cats Finish Their Supper
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:00pm
I stood in a corner
beside The Photograph
of Dr Schweitzer holding Me
& chanted out for The World to witness
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand — For Silver”
I chanted & chanted
until I could chant
no more
& became The Petulant Child —
now there lies
a cat
where My Feet were planted
Joanna Gilman Hyde 