Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Bedroom 8:41pm

Eye used to live on a balcony

With its rails so tall & strong

My husband’s cat cries there now

For a petting good & long

Eye pull my seated body up

After pulling her so close —

Eye grab the blackness I have painted

And haul My Self to Host

My Bedroom 7:25am

The Call of The Wild Willet

All the way from Jordan Bay

Reaches out to me

Through the covers

The Clouds

While I lie in my bed

Alone with a cat

And coffee

I have prepared

Myself