Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Hawk Bedroom 9:15am

I used to have a special couch

Where I would sit to think —

I sometimes dressed to play the part

Of a woman who doesn’t drink.

She wore The Cloth of Oprah crepe

And silver to her bows

She demanded attention

From anywhere

To address the world’s woes

Her husband thought she

Paraded around —

He didn’t like her trot.

Up in The Corner Room

She sat with him

Upon a pull-out cot

They talked, they bantered

It got hardly anywhere —

And then for his commanding

Flare he broke to solid ground:

“Can I fuck the persona?”

Was all he asked —

And she stepped outside

Her Gown

My Hawk Bedroom 8:45am

On June 15th a year ago

I quit a drug of chain —

I lost some sleep

But that was fine

My insight I regained

My husband then laid out straight

Naked on our bed

He looked at me with lusty eyes

And this is what he said:

“Maybe you’ll become a sex maniac”

My Hawk Bedroom 8:05 am

Years ago when my kids were small

And he was “dating” me

A knock came pounding on my door

He let her in to see —

He let his second wife enraged

Up my stairs

To me

I sat upon my bed unclothed

No covers placed for modesty —

He held her off

As she flailed at me

I poised for SOMETHING worse:

“Take a look” was all he said

And married me to boot

The Hawk Wing Chair 6:50pm

One Epoch brought Him in

Stranded on the sand —

He breathed and blinked slowly

At me

As the tide turned

And I thought He might die there

But I watched Him till the last

Wave lapped at His aquatic feet —

His fish-grabbing hands floundered

In an heroic struggle

To return

To His Time

My Bedroom  8:19am

Boy did Eye have fun!

With the over 50’s crowd

Complete with geriatric lovers

In each other’s arms

Under the dappled ceiling

Of red and green

In front of their country western band

Eye danced to “Good Golly Miss Molly”

In close proximity to a shy-faced cashier

Whose self-contained freeing up

Allowed me to know another

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