The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
My Orange Macro-me knitting bag
has Mylar sparkles & a lining
the colour of Flaming June’s dress
My Knitting Stitch is the colour
of drying blood
60 stitches wide by 22* rows
I am creating
The Swath
of My Endometrium
–
*lie
The Hawk Deck 10:56am
I was going to write
a poem about knitting
on My Lap
with laundry on the line
but then I had to shower
& get dressed
in flaming orange
with plastic orange beads
galactic earrings
& My Heavy Crystal
Question Mark Ring
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:49pm
A Rose is like a Galaxy —
Its spiralling petals full
turning into A Nebula
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:08pm
The Sky looks like Jupiter
& I have dined
on bread pudding
& whipped cream
summer rains
accompanied the return
of Eliza’s prom dress
layered in Silver sequins
& rented for the second time
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:18am
The Sky is heavenly this morning
with subtle streaks of sun rays
shining down in broken lines
of Silver on The Sea
–
When next I looked
the clouds had shifted
allowing Sun
to bathe the water
in glimmering shimmer
and to bathe My Heart
in Star Light
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am
After a dessert plate was forked clean
a waggle of the tongue
sent Me on the run
& My Over-cooked Strawberries
were the very
colour
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:58am
I am ready to go
in My Ripped Grey Capris
& sleeveless purple top
dressed in the colours
I couldn’t paint
on top of My Bathroom Door
— grey —
(We have no towel racks)
& purple draped over
the door handle
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm
I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:
moonlight silk Armani
worn only once
for an anniversary in Halifax
I out-grew it but
have shed the weight
My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket
& mother-of-pearl buttons
I will wear Silver Sandals
one heel glued on from
October 26, 2013
when I partied to unconsciousness
& threw up in a munchie tray
belonging to the richest woman
I know
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:02am
Snow White’s dwarfs
go off to work
mining gem stones
every morning
My Husband goes off
to The Salt Mines
of Humanity
& leaves Me to The House
The Cooking
& to My Awaited
Kiss
Joanna Gilman Hyde 