THROWING OUT
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
Today I built a mountain
of the discards of the rich
stacked on top
of the refuse
from The Department of Health and Wellness
piled in doorways
and corridor
of My Husband’s old office
and residence
The Heap grew literally
from floor to ceiling
and I achieved
My Freedom
from dead wives
and grown children
and in a laundry room attic
I said I would never clean out
I found, like a miracle
a brass lampshade knob
to secure
the naked bulb of a fancy floor lamp
with its preserved shade
properly fit