Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


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


*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.