The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm
Oh How I Love
My Silver Sky
Layer Upon Layer
Of Molten Cloud
Out Over The Ocean —
But This Sky
Is So Great
The Ocean Acts
As A Liquid Foundation
To The Marvel Of The Heights
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
What would I say if faced
with a pregnant woman about to walk
into an abortion clinic?
“That Human You Carry
Comes From You —
To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part
Of Your Self”
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
The Sky I Cannot Paint
For It Would Soak Its Way
Slowly From Pale Grey
Into Mottled Blue
Feathering At The Horizon
Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea
And Off Shore Islands
Within A Veiled Hand
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:17pm
Let The Fever Wash
Over Me, Let The Passion
Dissolve Me In Bed
The Hawk Queen Bed 6:11pm
If I get sick
I want to be really sick
I register disappointment
with Our Ear Thermometer
being on Low Battery*
With every Flush of My Face
or Chill of My Limbs
I long to languish
in The Lap of Sympathy
throwing out requests
for tea
*I DO have a fever:
99 degrees F
H is sick too
but He doesn’t have a fever
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:53pm
Men wear the colours
of Honesty
–
Women wear any colour
any print
& get away with
Nearly Everything
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
He was A Starling
innocent and frightened
by My Maniacal Driving
swooping into His Flock
He hit the front of My Car —
on My Way Back from picking up a pizza
yes, pizza!
He lay in the middle of the road
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm
I’m Married To This House
& The Doctor & The Books
That Come With It
Even If My Son Peak
Settles Out West
We Can’t Move —
Where Would My Crow Painting
Go?
The Hawk Deck 12:47pm
I see a slice
of The Universe
on the dark screen of My Cell
hit by The Sun
illuminating dust —
or am I giving too much
away?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 