The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:42pm
EYE carry A Poem Of Mine
with Me now
in case I need to read It
out loud —
EYE could read It anywhere
any time
even in The Dead Of Night —
It’s “Good Morning, World!”
written five & a half years ago
EYE am ready
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:26am
Today I picked up A Star
(Silver of course)
off My Thick Grey Bath Mat
It glinted at Me
as I sat on the toilet
and so I caught It
on My Left Index Finger
and scraped It off
with My Little Metal Star-scraper
into A Little White Box
of Indeportenz*
and named It
Joanna
*word of mine from My Childhood used to describe small collections of special things and later business envelopes and their contents My Mother would give Me to play with — usually junk mail.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 