Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: poetry

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

A Night of Firsts

I have put My Hair

in a braid

for The First Time

since My Son was born

over thirty years ago

I have served My Self

The First Slice

of My Very Own

ice cream cake

 

Think I’ll go have more

Is The Price Right?

Every Woman Knows

Prostitution is Marriage

With Every Bed Made

The Fanatic

EYE

DO

PRECISION

WORK

 

What’s The Latest?

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?”

Mother’s Warning

Don’t ever marry a man

Who’s dumb

but

Oh Mum — how nice

it would be to

have My Neck

under His Thumb