Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: William Hunter Blair

Off To A Bad Start

On My First Outing

with Dr Blair, after

showing him My Aquarium Mural

on the ceiling of the IWK* burn unit —

and going to Tim Horton’s —

Eye lay on the grass

of a Halifax park

to look into His Eyes of Blue:

“Do you think I am

The Second Coming of Christ?”

Eye hesitantly asked —

“No,” he said

“You’re a cheap date.”

*Isaac Walton Killam Children’s Hospital

 

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

TIME

Eye sat beneath

His Silver Tree

& heard a bird

I could not see —

I looked and looked

& heard some more —

then saw its yellow

fly off to Yore

Dr Legend

My Captive of nineteen years ago

stood bedraggled

in the night time doorway

of His dank examining room

with Arms of Dishonour

extended

Morning Tea With Cream

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

 

The Cottage

Eye have had My Fill

of wedding rings

& long black hairs

dislodged from corners,

bed & bath

The man is Mine —

if He is a Man —

and I cannot live

the single life

Possession

With This Ring

Eye Thee Wed

Upon My Brother’s Chain

Around My Neck

I Am Thy Slave

The Good Wife

Women are at least

as territorial as men,

and Eye run

a tight ship.

F.U. HAIKU

Eye may not want to

clean & cook for My Husband:

Eye fuck legally

AS IT STANDS

Eye hear the waves

from across The Guzzle

where rising

My Husband resides.

Eye will not be pushed around

by Him

or anyone else.

My presence

is

remarkable.