This Afternoon

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

This afternoon I sat

again on The Tomato–coloured Couch

this time to read

my collection of poems

written from It

going back seven years or more

and how have I matured?

The marriage I mentioned is over

The cats we had are still here

minus one

and what of my frame of mind?

Black Jesus and The Silver Christ

have recessed

and here I sit again

listening to the French radio station

alone in my musings

unsure of my future.