The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am
I spoke with sordid gusto
I slobbered
though clearly I chided
My Docile Husband —
“What do We CELEBRATE
on this Planet?!
What do We CELEBRATE?
We CELEBRATE
S — E — X
That’s why We’re here!!”
“CARROTS ARE PENISES
& PUMPKINS ARE CUNTS”
Note:
I go padding down the hall
every morning
in My Cranberry Slippers
to serve My Husband
His Oatmeal & Raisins
The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm
Like the flocks of tiny birds
We watched this morning —
there has to be
a Collective Shift —
a Collective Curve
& Undulation
of Our Global —
No — Universal
Perception
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
I was Baptized once
in The Jordan River
& wore a cross of Silver
I flung My Cross
across a room
& declared My God
to be My Own
The Hawk Outpost 8:15pm
EYE
have fake EYE lashes
&
EYE
am That Woman
Who hammered Her Right Fist
against a steel door
one night until Her Watch Band
popped —
Yes, I am That Woman
Who sat in a Lotus Position
on a mattress
on a floor
in the dimly lit
“Therapeutic Quiet Room”
while a female psychiatrist
from India
popped Her Head
through
the door
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:46pm
EYE get to see
The Sun rise
through M(EYE) New
Faux Lash
It’s not up yet
EYE will put the coffee water
on
— There — at 7:50am
flutter, flutter
The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am
EYE AM
BACK TO M(EYE)
LIFE GLASS
where the water seems colder
&
EYE AM
HIGHER
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
I have retired
My Sacred “Life” Glass
into the Styrofoam packing case
housing the arrival
of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre
ceramic coffee mug
from which I am about
to take
My First Drink:
EYE DID IT!
TWICE!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Once there was a little girl
who wondered why the sky was blue
she asked her mommy who knew not how
and watched her mommy die
Down From Her Mother’s Ceiling Came
The Shower Of Silver Lights — The Little Girl
Grew Big Beneath The Silver Swords
& Vowed To Have Her Worth Be Told —
She Told Her Doctor On Her Day
Of 22 Years Ago — And Now
We Know The World Will Say
AHA!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:22pm
I have made My Star Man
in My Mind —
I have laid Him out flat
on the surface of My Dishwasher
Counter Top — I have crumpled
His Head with be-jewelled fingers
I have secured His Limbs
with The Iron of My Blood —
He sits with Me now
in My Kitchen — where no one
but Me
can see
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 11:27am
I am going half-naked
into The Night — dressed
in My Lace Black Bra
& Eliza’s thong
with only one piece
of jewellery on My Ring Finger
& My Trusty Watch
upon My Right Wrist
Joanna Gilman Hyde 