UNIDENTIFIED CHIRP
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
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The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:49pm
A Rose is like a Galaxy —
Its spiralling petals full
turning into A Nebula
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:08pm
The Sky looks like Jupiter
& I have dined
on bread pudding
& whipped cream
summer rains
accompanied the return
of Eliza’s prom dress
layered in Silver sequins
& rented for the second time
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:18am
The Sky is heavenly this morning
with subtle streaks of sun rays
shining down in broken lines
of Silver on The Sea
–
When next I looked
the clouds had shifted
allowing Sun
to bathe the water
in glimmering shimmer
and to bathe My Heart
in Star Light
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am
After a dessert plate was forked clean
a waggle of the tongue
sent Me on the run
& My Over-cooked Strawberries
were the very
colour
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:58am
I am ready to go
in My Ripped Grey Capris
& sleeveless purple top
dressed in the colours
I couldn’t paint
on top of My Bathroom Door
— grey —
(We have no towel racks)
& purple draped over
the door handle
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm
I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:
moonlight silk Armani
worn only once
for an anniversary in Halifax
I out-grew it but
have shed the weight
My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket
& mother-of-pearl buttons
I will wear Silver Sandals
one heel glued on from
October 26, 2013
when I partied to unconsciousness
& threw up in a munchie tray
belonging to the richest woman
I know
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:02am
Snow White’s dwarfs
go off to work
mining gem stones
every morning
My Husband goes off
to The Salt Mines
of Humanity
& leaves Me to The House
The Cooking
& to My Awaited
Kiss
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am
I open My Window
to the cries of gulls
& flash My Eyes against
the light out over
My Morning Ocean
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
There is safety in talking
about the weather
but not in asking
about the doings of someone new:
“I don’t know the girl —
she writes poetry”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 