Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: poetry

Fountain of Youth

The silhouette of My Scraggly Apple

with Its new three leaves

looks like the edging

on some of My Paintings:

blobs of lichen and lines —

drips carried

off by the end

of a paint stick

Gully Speaks

Gully The 3rd is trained

to speak His Mind:

He says “breakfast”

for a piece

of cheese or bacon

& Eye can see

His Thinking

in His Eyes

Lydia’s Birthday

What’s it worth

to fuck Dr Blair

on the beach —

I am too good for that

and He has another

girlfriend anyway —

so why would Eye want

to get My Crack

full of sand?

Extended Dawn

Eye have seen The Sun

rise through the Eye of a cloud

edged in Silver-Gold

 

A Place for Marriage

There is a place for Marriage

in amongst the confessions

of many — The Vow

and if You break it

You’re in trouble.

 

My First Vow was “until Death”

and The Death was My Mother’s —

My Second

I don’t remember voicing

and the wedding itself

was an abomination.

 

Morning Realization

The Scraggly Apple

is Dead Butt Eye am Alive

to know It fully

Remake

Husband turned Me down

for the holiday weekend —

My Bed is for Me

Written Last Night

The Image of Black

is receding

I have lost My Jet Black Beads given to Me by My Mother

given to My Star Dust Lover

of another era

Going To Waste

Audacious Husband

refuses to pay for sex

after eighteen years

Mother’s Day

Eye have inserted

My 2nd Best Kitchen Knife

inside the depths of Rose