Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed

March 26, 2024

5:44 am

Our Beds R Our Wombs —

We Crawl Back Into Them

Every Night —

2 Decide Every Morning

If We Want 2 Be Born

Again

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

March 24, 2024

9:00 am

My Father Bought Me A Bracelet

Off A Street Vendor

In New York City

When Eye Was Maybe 21

It Cost 5 Dollars

Which Did Not Please M(eye) Father

Butt Eye Was In Love

w/ The Stainless Steel Hoop

w/ The Inlaid Misty Moon-shell Slices —

He Said, “It Should Have Cost Half  That –“

Yet Eye Treasure It Today

As The Worth of M(eye) Dad

@ The Age of Maybe 21

Eye Took M(eye) Father’s Hand

Crossing A Street In Washington DC

Whereupon He Said

“Joanna, You’re A Traffic Stopper –“

Eye am a Person

in This Universe —

butt what does that mean?

Eye am a Human Being

on This Planet Earth

& there is No 1 like Me.

Eye could be a Lobster —

Whose fate is 2 be trapped

& boiled alive

for The Delicacy

of Mankind —

Butt Eye am not a Lobster

like every other Lobster

like every other Alien —

Eye am a Person

unique in My Arrangement

of Hair on My Head

of Legs & Arms

of My Symmetrical Proportion —

My Hands are My Tools

& My Mind Knows

No 1 will eat Me.

Eye Remember A White Room —

Filled w/ Sun.

This Is M(eye) 1st Memory.

Eye Remember My Mother —

Lying On A Single Bed.

This Is M(eye) 1st Memory

of M(eye) Mother.

Eye Was Happy

Looking Around

& Around.

It Was The Day

of April 30th, 1961

@ The Presbyterian Hospital

In New York City

& Eye Was Happy.

The TIME of M(EYE) BIRTH

Was The Same As Eye Am Writing NOW:

5:26 am

& Eye Am Happy.

You never could know if you would have had the same dreams being in a different bed.

A Meditative State Provided

The Vision of A Woman Who Resembled

Sophia Loren w/ Long Lush Brown Hair

Dressed In Sail Cloth, Sack-like

On or About A Wharf or Dock

w/ Casks of Goods Surrounding Her —

The Psychic Hosts Insisted

Eye Have Lived Through Many Lives

Butt Eye Maintain M(eye) Conviction

That THIS LIFE Is M(eye) Only 1

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

February 15, 2024

7:25 am

Full & Soft The Clouds

R Streaked w/ Blue-grey

Butt For The Warmth of A Risen Sun

Somewhere

Behind Closer Bulbous Clumps

Above The Cold Horizon

of Steel Grey Sea