MY STAR
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
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.