FOILED
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