Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


Hey Dr Blair

why don’t you tell them

Eye used to care

I used to wash your hair

like a Japanese housewife

why don’t you tell them

I put cream on your legs

at night

why don’t you tell them

Dr Blair —

Why don’t you tell them —

was Eye CRACKED?

The Silver Anniversary

Eye woke This Morning

from The Dream

of cleaning up cat shit

with M(eye) bare hands —

the cat shit was in the shape

of a computer key board —

laid on the seat of M(eye) Grandparents’

Victorian Rosewood Chair.

The Key Board was intricate —

It was Intricate Shit —

and I had It on My Hands