I PULLED DOWN A LITTLE CHUNK OF SKY & GAVE IT TO MY SELF

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm

There’s a New God

On The Block —

She’s outdone, beaten up

The Old Guy

with Her Hair, Dark

in a bun — orange blossom

at Her Ear —

She sits on My Right Shoulder

& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:

“You Know The Meaning of Life

So You Are A Star —

So Go To Sleep”