This morning’s snowy light
hits One Can Painting
in My New Living Room
cleared out recently
of all loose art
so now Eye can gaze
at the shining remnant of CANADA DRY
afixed to My Copper-coloured Plaque
hanging across from Me
as Eye sit writing
from My Uncle’s Wing Chair
My “X” is no longer
“My” X — He
has been thrown out
now
All that Eye possess of Him
is One Garfield Garbage Can
His Cat Cami
Who yeowls incessantly
for Me to pet Her yet
Eye have awakened
from The Dream of Dr Blair
Balding On Top
with elongated eyebrow hairs
with His Arms skinny like His Girlfriend’s
So now Eye can Stop
feeling taken in
by His Deep Blue Eyes
His Thick Silver Hair:
All that Eye really once loved
Joanna Gilman Hyde 