Eye bought Silver Satin Sheets
for The Man Eye Cannot Have
but made My Bed with old
brown flannel bottom
and holy cream top
for The Man Who Is My Husband
The Image of Black
is receding
I have lost My Jet Black Beads given to Me by My Mother
given to My Star Dust Lover
of another era
Eye have withdrawn Knife
from the centre of Black Rose:
slow-mo pulsation
Over pink carnations
she suggested sparingly:
give yourself away
Dr Blair, on the night of August 14, 1999
Eye made you sign a contract for sex.
Eye would like to renew that contract,
update it by 19 years to include
hotel, food, gas, all extraneous expenses
+ $500.00 upfront per 24 hour period
of My Companionship.
Is this too much to ask for the continuation
of what was a marriage based
solely on sexuality?
Audacious Husband
refuses to pay for sex
after eighteen years
Eye have inserted
My 2nd Best Kitchen Knife
inside the depths of Rose
My House is calling
Me from room to room
Tonight I will sleep
in Its Corner
with The Peepers
and The Waves
@ My Head
and Eliza’s Horse Blanket
on top
If I had been housed
in a glass dome
on the beach
Yes, I would have thrown stones
at My Captor —
I am now released, almost
in My Own Home
as congested as it is
with art on the walls
floor to ceiling
lining Me with protection
that I may reclaim
My True Self
Painting “Butt Ugly”:
glitter stuck to Its Cow Flops
first seen today lit
Joanna Gilman Hyde 