The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
My Pickled Husband
has just ordered Me
a bulletproof vest
off the internet —
I can go anywhere
now
I am ready
& set
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
Would I get back
My Exuberance
if I donned My Black Oprah Dress
& loaded up My Wrists with Silver?
Would I tramp around
the house
belting out declarations — some
original — some not
to My Captive Audience of One:
My Despairing Husband
Would I feel the heady height
of My loquacious
Self?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:25pm
With My Right Fist
I will pummel The Truth
of Our Existence
into The Minds
& Hearts
of Men, Women, Children
until They all decide
together
to see
the diabolical workings
of Our History
pounded into Our Present —
laid out to jump
into Our Future
of The Sublime
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am
I spoke with sordid gusto
I slobbered
though clearly I chided
My Docile Husband —
“What do We CELEBRATE
on this Planet?!
What do We CELEBRATE?
We CELEBRATE
S — E — X
That’s why We’re here!!”
“CARROTS ARE PENISES
& PUMPKINS ARE CUNTS”
Note:
I go padding down the hall
every morning
in My Cranberry Slippers
to serve My Husband
His Oatmeal & Raisins
Joanna Gilman Hyde 