by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:22pm

I have made My Star Man

in My Mind —

I have laid Him out flat

on the surface of My Dishwasher

Counter Top — I have crumpled

His Head with be-jewelled fingers

I have secured His Limbs

with The Iron of My Blood —

He sits with Me now

in My Kitchen — where no one

but Me

can see