Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: sexuality

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?

Non-convergence

This is My Nova Scotia Now —

with purple sheets and blanket

luffing on the line

I sit out on My Deck to watch

the yellow of new bamboo

along My Hedge

to bet I can no more

put up with the giving of My Self

Our Mermaid’s Tail

20 years ago She was His Patient

when She had an affair

with Dr Blair —

then She lived with Him

for 5 years

then They got married

for 14

and Divorced

to find both in separate places:

Hers on The Hawk

His to South Side

where They meet along the wide-open beaches

connecting

just to drive each other crazy

Your Place or Mine?

My legal Husband

is transformed:

He is My Boyfriend now —

and Eye have always wanted

one of Those.

The Shlong Asks:

Where Are My Ribs?

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.

 

Remake

Husband turned Me down

for the holiday weekend —

My Bed is for Me

DICHOTOMY

Eye bought Silver Satin Sheets

for The Man Eye Cannot Have

but made My Bed with old

brown flannel bottom

and holy cream top

for The Man Who Is My  Husband

48-hour Sculpture

Eye have withdrawn Knife

from the centre of Black Rose:

slow-mo pulsation

Mother’s Day Special

Over pink carnations

she suggested sparingly:

give yourself away