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
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?
Eye wear regal fakery
on My Left Ring Finger —
solid gold
on My Right.
The World will be told
why
some time soon
if the parties involved
feel like it
Eye Dance My Dance
Eye Write My Right
Eye Paint My House
Eye Walk My Walk
And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion
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?”
Eye used to sleep a lot
on drugs
ingested religiously
@ 9:11pm
Those Days/Nights are gone forever
as I live
on paint fumes
Hip Hop Music
& M(eye) Own Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 