Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: William Hunter Blair

Colour Fast

Eye am off

The Silver & Steel Blue

of Dr Blair’s hair

& Eyes

Eye am on

to the riches of russet

ruby chestnut, warmth

in that telling array of red

& brown

to be found now brimming my heart

& Eye have chosen a dress

of the deepest luminosity

in that sacred range

to wear on the night of my taking

The Dr’s Dream Girl

He loved me ill

He loved me sick

He took My Hand

I took His Dick

It was Dr Blair

Who made Me Come

Oh that Hunter!

What a Bum

The Agreement

Two months ago

Eye wrote “The End of A Marriage”

How endless

as I saw him gaunt

guarding his door

against my onslaught:

“This has GOT to end”

He agreed.

Final Fuck

He slammed The Book

on me

in the twilight of His Room

lit by one tranquillity candle

in blue-scented quiet

His Slam rang out

right next to me

Re-shifted

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?

I Am

I Am

My Own Bed Partner:

Me, My Self & Eye

Shall I have a Menage a Trois

after marrying twice?

First for Mother & Children

Second for Sex & Money

I Am

Single now with a refrain

“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”

 

*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969

The Grounds Keeper

My Husband lives

adjacent to a grave yard

where plastic flowers

blow into His Yard —

strewn along the edges

of His Drive

for Me to pick up

to arrange

on His Table

Remembrance

Eye am My Father’s Daughter

an early riser

non-committer

Eye am My Mother’s Daughter

alone on an island

but not with sheep

It’s windy out

but I am snug

with My giant Mug of Decaf

writing for Dr Blair —

or is that Hunter

this time?

Attention!!

My soon-to-be-X

recently messaged

My Daughter Eliza

that he would like to see Me

“left twisting in the wind –”

well there’s a storm tonight

and Eye am here by My Self

cozy in My Bed

with The Power still on

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