Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11 artist

HOW I STAY FIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:11pm

Nearly every morning

I gear up for My 4,000 Metre Row

on My Concept 2 Rowing Machine

with computerized clock:

My Columbia Shell Shorts

Sportex Sports Bra

Joe Fresh Sleeveless Grey Under-shirt

Anklet Sox from Eliza

& Old Nike Sneakers

make Me —

into The Basement I go

to put Classic Vocal Trance

on The Hulk (My Husband’s biggest computer)

& warm up with four rounds each

of personal exercises

I wipe down the C2 bar

on-which the seat slides

& strap My Self into the foot rests

I pull the handles

& focus My Vision on the in-out motion

of the chain

& watch The Clock

like a Hawk

for 11 Minutes & 22 Seconds

— take a clocked break upstairs —

— drink from My LIFE Glass —

& go back down to hit

22:22

 

COSMOS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am sitting, aligned

with The Sun, a candle

& My LIFE Glass, The Earth

before Me, ahead of My Right Knee

orbiting My Oval Glass Coffee Table

I am in the outer reaches

of The Solar System

My Couch is an asteroid belt

& My Room, My Living Room

is The Universe

contained

in This

My

Mind

9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM

PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm

I Pledge Allegiance

To One Fat Cloud

Watched Out My Kitchen Window

Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath

Into A Fluff Of Grey

and I lose it

DARK HAWK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

saw Dark Hawk in flight

against My Turbulent Sky:

Survival Power

FOR JACQUELINE RACE-RETFALVI

The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm

Trying to take a nap

with one Ativan

& My Doctor/Husband beside Me

I am in My Underwear

with snow squalls out Our window

— I don’t have My Glasses on —

everything’s all a blurb

THIRTY YEAR END

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm

This First New Year’s Eve

for My “of age” Daughter

saw Her donning black stockings

in the back of My Ford Fusion

& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)

in Italian pressed leather heels

from Her Mother’s 1984

Rooftop Painting Party

GUT REACTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:05pm

My Voice is My Calling

pulling Me forward

into What, at What

I’m not sure

but I am feeling

a Gut Reaction

to The State Of The World:

My Innards Are Awkward

& telling Me so

MIDNIGHT MESSAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm

I will not light a candle —

will light a candle

for The World

to resurrect Its State

of Giving

to Foster The Feat

of Humanity’s Beginnings

We must cry out

for Our Selves

for more than just Our Families

We must cry out

and act

for Our Place

in The Line

of Evolution

 

ad infinitum

The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm

I’ve spilled a galactic cluster

of flour

against My darkened kitchen floor:

too precious an accident

to sweep up