The Hawk Outpost 6:00pm
I stand before My Kitchen Outpost
spaghetti boiling
to drink My 80th Glass
of brilliant water
I toast The Ocean
bluest with The Sky
My Life Glass
is up
My Sharp Horizon
is downed
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:50am
I carried My Life Glass
full
into My Living Room
Cathedral Ceilinged
& swallowed My Water down
drinking My House
in
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:47pm
What’s going on
with the flavour
(or lack thereof)
of meat
these days?
There’s My Second Dinner
out on the grass —
The First was pulled pork
for which I had to get My Money
back
& tonight
It’s six expensive
chicken breasts
(all You could taste was the tomato sauce & mozzarella cheese)
heaved to The Crows
& sales slip
retrieved from
the garbage
The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am
The Sun is Gold
upon The Ocean —
I cannot forget Gold
It sustains Our Economy
such as It is
& when I look behind Me
I see The Window’s Shadow
warm upon My Mirrored
Wall
The Hawk Dining Room 9:33am
The Silver Today
coincides
with My Order
from Sear’s —
a set of four
Bath Towels
Hand Towels
Face Cloths
in Colour 75
“Eggplant”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
They came from everywhere
flapping in Their Black Aprons
I stood amidst Their Alien Gaze
in the foyer of Sobey’s
collecting My Two Cases
of lemon-flavoured
sparkling water
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:54pm
I have fallen into
the role of Doctor’s Wife
however unnaturally —
it’s taken sixteen years
since I first became attracted
to Dr Blair
The Sexiest Man In My Book
in His Office Clothes
I now lay out
along with His Oatmeal
and raisins —
lunch @ 1:00
supper @ 6:00
I wait for His Parcels
in the afternoon
and take pop to His Secretary —
She appreciates Me so
The Hawk Laundry Room 9:35am
There’s a circular label permanently stuck
to the lid of My Washing Machine
It has multiple radiating lines
to attract attention
It blasts “IMPORTANT!”
(like My Halo)
but all It says is:
“Please return your Product Registration Card
within 10 days”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 