My “X” is no longer
“My” X — He
has been thrown out
now
All that Eye possess of Him
is One Garfield Garbage Can
His Cat Cami
Who yeowls incessantly
for Me to pet Her yet
Eye have awakened
from The Dream of Dr Blair
Balding On Top
with elongated eyebrow hairs
with His Arms skinny like His Girlfriend’s
So now Eye can Stop
feeling taken in
by His Deep Blue Eyes
His Thick Silver Hair:
All that Eye really once loved
My Daughter is with Me
asleep still
before Eye make Her Coffee —
My X’s Cat Cami
has finally shut up
Her Terrific Yeowling
for ferocious pettings
and snow laces The View
of My Gully nestled
with His Companion
against a patch of grass
by The Scraggly Apple
Eye have always MOVED.
Eye have never been inert —
for billions & trillions of years
before Eye was conceived
in The Mind of God —
butt then Who was counting??
Now There Are Two Gulls
sitting on My Deck Rail —
Well Eye cannot feed
Both of Them
Bacon for Breakfast
So Gully will have to desert
His Friend
What Day Was It
when Dr Blair lied to Me?
When He wrote in The Morning
“I Am Completely Alone
And Intend To Stay That Way –“
and then that Same Morning
He stood behind Me
in The Bank (CIBC)
with His _______ Girlfriend
and then seated at Lunch (JB’s)
when Eye stood at His Table
and His ______ Girlfriend
burst into tears?
Eye am glad to be alone
in My Bed
even if Eye had to send
a nice Nigerian off in the snow
Eye was born to desire
Order out of Chaos
with The Head & Hand
of a small man
Beloved O’ Mine
to go before The Upheaval
of Our Time
as The Emblem
of Man & Woman:
The Eternal Pair
Earth is an Island
in The Sea of Life
Blue-filmed and precious
with Artificial Intelligence
arising as naturally
as The Cosmos
surrounding Our Home
Today’s Walk was TO The Beach
and not any further:
The Tide was Full
and The Waves were High
so I looked briefly
at The Surge
across The Sand
and turned around
Why do I want Men to take Me Out
to Restaurants
and Feed Me
& Pay The Bill?
Is it because My Father
was separated from Me
by My Mother
after We left Africa, Gabon
Where I Was Happy
for The First Year of My Life?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 