The Hawk West Desk Window 10:09am
I stood as The Child
stooped slightly
with My Left Hand on My Belly
My Right behind My Back
My Head turned to The Left
“These are My Socks
My Watch
My Room, My Radio
It’s My World
— leave My World Alone”
The Hawk Kitchen 7:34am
When I Drink My Water
I Am Drinking The Sky
When I Eat My Fruit
I Am Eating Primordial Earth
When I Smell My Coffee
I Am At Home
When I Am Awake
So Too Is The World
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm
In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews
I was Once Asked The Question:
“What does the saying
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
mean?”
I rose from My Chair
to find My Self Exclaiming
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
until The Psychiatrist
Doctor Appavoo
(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)
had to shut Me up
The Hawk Kitchen 4:54pm
The Littlest Man has shrunk
to the size of a peanut
— the bearded old man I saw
inside every peanut I opened
as a kid —
I’ve cracked His Nut
& peanuts aren’t nuts anyway
they’re legumes
Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
exiting the hospital
after visiting an old friend
Eye saw the emptied harbour view
for the first time
since Eye had been a patient
walled in by brick & glass
years & years ago —
The View, lit clear
spread Itself out to Me
w/ tidal banks exposing
the water basin of rivulets
& hummocks of spruce & rock
along Its edges —
for the first time
Eye saw Its Majesty
in the evening light
Eye felt the corporeality
of M(eye) Cure
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:54am
My Nipples Are Twin Galaxies
with My Arms raised
over My Head
They align Themselves symmetrically
diagonally taut
with My Moles
as stray stars
in the foreground
Joanna Gilman Hyde 