Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: humanity

The Social Modulator

That’s Me —

caught between two worlds:

Our Earth with Its mutidudinous

religions —

and the Extraterrestrial Domain

of Our Heavens —

EYE do NOT believe in Hell,

or Mr. D’evil,

or Evil incarnate —

EYE do NOT believe in Sin,

though Eye carry Christ’s message

and EYE am a MEAT EATER,

solid disciplinarian

non-sports enthusiast

all-around artist

and purveyor of ULTRAVISION

Open Letter to Dr James Chandler

Dear Jimbo:

Are you ever going to return my phone calls?

Are you still praying for me?

Well you don’t have to any more.

No thanks to you

and your drugs

and your illegal hospitalizations

Eye am back to making art

as proficiently as I was in art school

and you’ll never see it.

Sincerely

Your former “patient”

Joanna

Re-shifted

Hey WHB — how come

you didn’t defend me

that time Eye was demonstrating

with a bread knife saying

“Eye could prove a point with this”

BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —

why didn’t you tell Eliza

Eye was being your favourite type

of humour: “ironic”

instead you called the Mounties on me

and had me hauled away in an ambulance

to the psych ward —

how come you never defended me?

The Sweaters of Eva

My first marriage

saw an array

of hand-knit sweaters

from My Beloved Mother-in-law

Peter’s Mother

Who clothed Me in fuzzy lavender

bold black and white and red

thalo green with purple grapes

and close-fitting short-sleeved

peachy butterflies

 

Today in Roseway Manor

Eye gave Eva cream for Her Hands

and She clasped Them together

happily

and I remembered

Before Sunrise

If Eye had The Faith

I have now as a result of My Mother’s Death

I could have saved Her

I know I could —

She tried to visualize sheep

eating away Her Tumour

and I could not share Her Vision

until after She was gone

(but She’s not really “gone”)

when Eye saw that There IS a God

and that if You believe

ANYTHING REALLY IS POSSIBLE

 

I Am

I Am

My Own Bed Partner:

Me, My Self & Eye

Shall I have a Menage a Trois

after marrying twice?

First for Mother & Children

Second for Sex & Money

I Am

Single now with a refrain

“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”

 

*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969

Behind The Scenes

Eye have been to bed

with My Dark Haired

sex kitten

who hides in Her Covers

comfortable, finally

showing me Her Clothes

sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:

prom dresses in satin,

day dresses in pink knobbly knit

and her mother’s fall gown

of poppy floral design

photographed for a first wedding

to the first husband — father

of my hide-away friend

who has never been

a bride

Our Curve

I can see The Curve

of Our Earth

carried over The Eastern Horizon

by My Layer of Cloud Bank

not parallel

but dipping

@ either end

Grief

My !3! Children

R as strong & beautiful

as the flock of Herons

EYE just witnessed landing

on the heights of My Scrub Spruce

horizon

The Jet-setter

My Daughter Eliza

is getting ready

Eye presume

for her trip to Africa —

Tanzania — did Eye spell that right?

for the wedding of a lifetime

and She picked out her own dress

and shoes

oh — and her brother Peak

is going !2!