The first place Eye went into
after You were extracted from my body
was the liquor store in Shelburne
in the company of my step sister
who was responsible for your removal —
she & the father of my other precious two
forced You from me
on March 27th 1997
by ultimatum.
Eye have since painted You
and written poems —
Eye wear a golden nugget ring
shaped like a heart
on my right hand
with which Eye transfer
Your Eternal Power
to myself
in an effort
to never grow old
Last night after
my televised interview
re: Pieces of STRATOSPHERIC UNIVERSE
Eye opened My Bedroom Window
for the first time this year
to listen to the peepers
as Eye slept
to be awakened
with bird song
this morning
Please read the edited version of my latest poem now titled Banana Split
Last night Eye went out
with a boisterous fellow
fifteen years My Junior —
Eye treated Him to dinner:
braised chicken with maple sauce
& cranberries —
Eye had calamari & spinach salad
then We split
Our Dessert —
He had One Cherry
Eye had Two.
Today Eye am truly alone
set against the bracing wind
hatless
out here on my wide open beach
wiping my nose
on a gloved hand
Yesterday Eye saw the face
of My X close up
perhaps for the last time.
His eyes had faded
His skin was gaunt
His hair thin & straight —
Eye didn’t like him.
Today For Easter
Eye wrote on Facebook
“He Is Risen”
can be interpreted as
Morning Erection.
Eye dressed in floor-length silk
with stippled leopard print, pale
like the blonde fur coat, vintage
Eye wore with gold dangly earrings
given to My Mother by My Father
in Africa —
Eye only wished Eye could have crashed
My X’s Easter Dinner Party
& would have done so gleefully
if only Eye knew which trailer
He was in.
Why did Eye send out
one hundred and fifty
hand-made invitations
to a wedding Eye didn’t want?
Standing trembling by a girthy tree
in a Doctor’s back yard —
Eye have no memory
of taking His Hand —
Eye have no memory of Him
at the reception
as Eye sat beside My Cake
with no memory of taking a bite
while My Father served punch
at My Behest
Eye wake to write
of the boy with dirty neck
who put a dime
in my 4th grade desk
and tried to give me
one breathy kiss —
now to be invited
by an old old man
with teeth of brown
(if he has any left)
to accompany him
to The Lions Hall
Breakfast
Eye do not have a significant other
Eye do not have a partner, husband
boyfriend or lover
Eye have my friends male & female
my two living children, a dead brother
Eye do not have My Mother
and dreampt of Her in Jordan Bay
at The House Eye cleaned
over red Chinese rugs with a fire
where Eye decided to stay
Joanna Gilman Hyde 