The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm
I am The Little Girl —
stomach stuffed with Dipped Digestives
& Ginger Snaps
–
I am The Filthy Crow —
crazed & caged above A Cathedral-ceilinged
Living Room
–
I am The Entity Within —
pulsating to life
alerting My Gut, & so Me
to the impossibility
of Reconciliation
December 8, 2013 The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30pm
My First Summer With My First Husband
We Built a 10′ x 15′ Post-and-Beam House
The Thoreau House
On McNutt Island
Our First Night
We Shone an Oil Lamp
From Its Southern Window
and Went Outside To Look
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm
The First Dying Rose
Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —
petals too limp to dry —
Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —
Stands Upright In My Bathroom
waste basket
The Hawk Kitchen 4:50pm
This Evening I See
The Blush Of A New Day
To The North —
To The East A Front
Of Cloud
Is Moving Off
Out Over The Ocean
While My Stance
At My Sliding Glass Door
Ushers In
The Hope Of A Vacant Sky
To The West
The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm
He can’t feed Himself
anymore
The Nurses have to spoon-feed
His Soft-food Diet
and water or apple juice
with a thickening agent
and change His Diaper
The Doctor says:
“There’s nothing We can do now
but make Him
comfortable”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm
Tonight I stood before
that incorrect microwave clock
to watch it turn from 10:20
to 10:22
& saw My Reflection
with hands clasped
in that deceitful pose
photographed on A Child’s Christmas Morning
when I stood before
a brand new blond dolly
I didn’t like
The Hawk Living Room 2:25pm
I hit the walls
square on
big bright screens
held Me, emblazoned
into the next century
and the next
on into the glorious replay
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
immortalized
The Hawk Kitchen 11:46pm
Married Correctly
Twice, But In Love With A Man
Of My Carnal Mind
November 28th The Hawk West Desk Window 2:34pm
Black Jesus, He a’Comin’
He gonna melt all dat snow
off dis Big Fat Snow Job
He gonna come outta hidin’
throw You a fast ball
He workin’ dis X Miss
He gotta girl fren
She be Him sometime
Dey works si’ by si’
Dey in love
Joanna Gilman Hyde 