My Hawk Bedroom 10:22am
Don’t ever let your husband make
His concoction of whipped cream and lace:
“Bullet-proof coffee”
Served from a blender —
He just might whack you
In the face
My Hawk Bedroom 10:00am
Yes he came at me
And pushed me on my bed —
But it’s what he said
I cannot erase
It’s forever in my head:
What every woman
Should never hear
From the man who spread her legs
“I could rape you”
Hear and now —
Am I ever seeing RED
My Hawk Bedroom 9:15am
I used to have a special couch
Where I would sit to think —
I sometimes dressed to play the part
Of a woman who doesn’t drink.
She wore The Cloth of Oprah crepe
And silver to her bows
She demanded attention
From anywhere
To address the world’s woes
Her husband thought she
Paraded around —
He didn’t like her trot.
Up in The Corner Room
She sat with him
Upon a pull-out cot
They talked, they bantered
It got hardly anywhere —
And then for his commanding
Flare he broke to solid ground:
“Can I fuck the persona?”
Was all he asked —
And she stepped outside
Her Gown
My Hawk Bedroom 8:45am
On June 15th a year ago
I quit a drug of chain —
I lost some sleep
But that was fine
My insight I regained
My husband then laid out straight
Naked on our bed
He looked at me with lusty eyes
And this is what he said:
“Maybe you’ll become a sex maniac”
My Hawk Bedroom 8:05 am
Years ago when my kids were small
And he was “dating” me
A knock came pounding on my door
He let her in to see —
He let his second wife enraged
Up my stairs
To me
I sat upon my bed unclothed
No covers placed for modesty —
He held her off
As she flailed at me
I poised for SOMETHING worse:
“Take a look” was all he said
And married me to boot
The Hawk Wing Chair 6:50pm
One Epoch brought Him in
Stranded on the sand —
He breathed and blinked slowly
At me
As the tide turned
And I thought He might die there
But I watched Him till the last
Wave lapped at His aquatic feet —
His fish-grabbing hands floundered
In an heroic struggle
To return
To His Time
My Bedroom 8:19am
Boy did Eye have fun!
With the over 50’s crowd
Complete with geriatric lovers
In each other’s arms
Under the dappled ceiling
Of red and green
In front of their country western band
Eye danced to “Good Golly Miss Molly”
In close proximity to a shy-faced cashier
Whose self-contained freeing up
Allowed me to know another
Side
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
9:44am
Gully is ringed by daisies now.
He stands in the rain
like a lawn ornament
in the grass I’ve grown wild —
His tameness is endearing
w/ His Quizzical Head
swivelling 2 the sequence
of thought —
or is He following
the wonder
animating the field
before Me?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:51am
The Star of M(eye) Horizon
punctuates Our Life
for one split second
She emerges
as a glint
to meld into
MY BALL
of Madness
and Delight
My Bedroom 8:41pm
Eye used to live on a balcony
With its rails so tall & strong
My husband’s cat cries there now
For a petting good & long
Eye pull my seated body up
After pulling her so close —
Eye grab the blackness I have painted
And haul My Self to Host
Joanna Gilman Hyde 