by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:25pm

What happened to that

strident parader

with Her Raucous Laughter

& clapping hands

posing artiface

in Her Husband’s Face

calling up a game of chance

a guessing game

neither wanted to play?

What happened to Her High Blood Pressure

measured every half hour

four hours straight

to be knocked down

the next day spent

in Her Grey Bathrobe?