Who was that impetuous child
Who climed into The Cat Box
and sprayed out galaxy after galaxy
for me to clean up?
Who was that Blue-blooded Boy
with a thatch of black hair
Who scampered about in M(eye) Mind
while Eye imagined The Divine Family
forever kept in check
by M(eye) Master Climax?
He played in M(eye) House
for days it seemed
while Eye couldn’t sleep
and dreamed instead
of The Future of Mankind —
Where did He go?
What is He up to now?
Eye have just two
paper weights sitting on the sill
of M(eye) picture window:
on the left is a pink jelly fish
encased in oblong glass
heavy enough to kill somebody
a gift Eye bought for M(eye) Daughter Eliza
when She turned 16.
The right holds a storm of silver
encased in bulbous crystal
with a bit of blue at the bottom
bestowed upon Me by Eliza’s Mother-in-law
when She graced Me with the choice
to take any one of Her collection
as long as Eye didn’t take the weight
given to Her by Her Father
Eye own an apple
only it’s dead —
completely dead now
butt it is the only tree Eye own
Eye will not cut it down
from M(eye) Backyard
where this morning
a red-headed bird
landed on it
at 9:11
Joanna Gilman Hyde 