Eye Am The Universe
To My Tiniest Cell:
We are right inbetween
The Infinitely Small
& The Infinitely Large
& THAT is how
We can know
both
Every Woman Knows
Prostitution is Marriage
With Every Bed Made
EYE
DO
PRECISION
WORK
Don’t have sex
if you are fertile
and do not want to get pregnant —
If you do get pregnant
and you are afraid to have The Child
think of Him or Her
as Your Own Creation
Your Own Empowerment:
The Bond of Mother and Child
is Sacred
My Divorcing Husband
has allowed Me to become
The Social Outcast
Who walks My expansive beach alone
Who sleeps with
The Virginal Banana
Who reads Her Verse
dressed like a vamp
while He refuses to ask
“How did it go?”
Tonight Eye gathered up
with My Left Finger Tips
The Remains
of the disembarkation
of “Stratospheric Universe”
from the early grass
of My Front Yard.
Now it is My Front Yard.
The pieces are piled densely
in an old aluminium tray
ready to be picked through
and arranged, possibly haphazardly,
into a new form of Art
Eye call “Destructionism.”
Someday (soon) my reconstructed creation
will sell for thousands
of Canadian Dollars
and Eye will NOT BE DEAD
In My Favourite Restaurant
Eye overheard The Waiter
Talking to The Cook:
“How can You have time
for God and Your Wife?”
Eye called out from My Booth:
“What if God and Your Wife
are One and The Same?”
Global awareness
rises like the sun — slowly
with no denying
Joanna Gilman Hyde 