Last night Eye went out
with My Husband’s Girlfriend
and boy is she beautiful!
Her long black hair
is really hair extensions
but she babies her hair —
Her eyes are large
with those famous arching brows
but best of all —
her face shrinks
into itself
at her chin
and Eye am inspired
to sculpt
Her Portrait
In My Tidy House
The Word of God
lies stuck against the back
of My Broom Closet —
It, The Word, is in poster form
tucked away
for only Those Who
dare to clean
or to hang up an extra coat —
for My Closet
holds a rod
Good Morning Glennis:
Just want you to know that Eye read ALL of your work. Eye love your simple descriptions of life events, traumatic and happy. You are a very good writer. Eye hope you read this. Eye hope to visit New Zealand some day.
Joanna
On My First Outing
with Dr Blair, after
showing him My Aquarium Mural
on the ceiling of the IWK* burn unit —
and going to Tim Horton’s —
Eye lay on the grass
of a Halifax park
to look into His Eyes of Blue:
“Do you think I am
The Second Coming of Christ?”
Eye hesitantly asked —
“No,” he said
“You’re a cheap date.”
*Isaac Walton Killam Children’s Hospital
and Eye am The Grit —
the contaminant, the irritant
and layer by layer
Eye will come out
Gleaming
—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:
God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost
Here is an artist’s note on the back of her painting
found at the Salvation Army in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia:
“Jim, Here is the painting that you forgot to take with you on Saturday. I hope you like it! Hope to see you again soon.
From, Robin”
Robin MacGillavray ’99
When Eye was a child
I decided The Bathroom
was My Favorite Room —
that if the house blew apart
in a hurricane
It was The Bathroom
Eye would live in —
& I would sleep in the tub
Eye make My Bed
upon rising
Eye make My Art
upon the morning dark
dancing to the music
of black frustration
Joanna Gilman Hyde 