Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: poetry

Today’s Summer

Today’s Summer

is The One Eye Choose

of Silver Robes

& Black Bathing Suits

tripping through the heated fog

of Our Hawk Beach

to South Side

where fighting lovers

meet with chaperones

to win back

the sultry longing

exuded by Their Latest

Expose

The Art of Sexual Frustration

Eye have a Doctor

in My Bed

and nice to Me

He is not —

He sleeps & sleeps

upon His Head

which I could grab —

is He Hot?

Contact

Oh Yes He Was Great —

The Great Man

that He Thinks He Is —

He Satisfied My Every Desire

and repeated himself

endlessly

Fantasy Cut

Eye have My Princess Dress

in Lime Green Satin

sequinned of course

with exposed crinoline lining

in multiple layers —

It was for Some Girl’s Prom

but Eye will make of It what I will:

Sex On A Hilltop

in The High Meadow Grass

filmed

Dilemma

Eye asked Dr Schweitzer

if I should have

“Two” X Husbands

and Eye answered

My Self:

ONE is bad enough.

INSPIRATION

Eye will paint

The Sea Foam White

inlaid with shards of shells

collected

with infant fingers

from My First Beach

in Africa

He’s Only One Beach Walk Away

He’s only one beach walk

away —

Eye could trip over

The Asteroid Belt

Eye could manifest

My Self

like Venus

at The Edge of Sea Foam

dressed in My Black

LL Bean

one-piece

Eye could

Eye State M(Eye) Case

Yeah, He tried to box

Me in

with sex

drugs

& money —

& not that much money

either

The Single Life

Eye play in My Bed

These Days

without a bed mate

I turn on My Phone

& check

My Rooftop Views

I choose My Underwear

very carefully

& Eye use The Toilet

with Its fickle plumbing

next door to My Very Own

Accommodations

Seeing Is Believing

Dr Blair was surprised

I didn’t end up

in a dumpster in New York —

Well — he’ll be a lot more

surprised

when Eye end up

as The New Darling

of The Black Revolution