by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm

I Have A Gull

Who Knows His Place

He Sits, raw

on My Right Middle Finger

a chunk of amethyst

bought Myself

next to My Included Refinement

bought Myself

He gets thrown hunks

of out-dated bread

from My Left Hand Fingers

dead-weighted with the diamonds

of marital promise

swallowed whole

while holding His Ground