Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11

MARCH 6th 2013

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm

In a dim-lit windowless room

of Planned Parenthood

I must have signed My Life

away —

I say Must

because I do not remember

The Signature —

I say Life

because It was

Mine

THE UNLEASHED GREAT DANE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:50pm

Olivia sprang from Her Cord

& headed for both neighbours

on one side of the road

& then the other

where She met The Woods

& Her Owner had to take off

in one maroon vehicle

in nebulous pursuit —

She’s not back yet

but I have to get My Supper —

 

AERIAL VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm

I Own The Perfect View:

180 Degrees, Panoramic

Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky

Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —

It Is My Haven, My Refuge

I Can Sit Before My Aerial View

For Hours

& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else

 

THE STATUE OF LITERACY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:44pm

My Third Grade Class Trip

to The Statue of Liberty

involved climbing the interior

circular staircases

up to Her Crown

— or was it Her Arm?

seeing Humans below

looking like ants

as I wrote the next day

from My Changed Perspective

and did I write

that Miss Robley

gave Me a dime

to buy An Orange Popsicle?

SPECTRA

The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm

I have given up

on Black & Purple

— That Lethal Combination —

even when My Black Cat sits

beside a pair of Purple

UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door

I think of My Art School Satin Lips

& Black Fuzzy Bed

of Purple Phalli

I am no longer interested

in The Symbolism of The Night

of hidden passions

under cover of Darkness

I am in The Sedate

Components

of The Spectrum

NUMBER 38 (NO SIGNIFICANCE)

Public Health Office, Barrington approx. 10:00am

I am no longer in league

with The Aliens

in Their Purple & Black

I wear White & Aqua now

Beige, Grey, Dark Brown

still have My Blue Jeans

& Linen Tops

All My Black Articles

have been tossed —

Eliza took Two Black Garbage Bags

to The Salvation Army

but was mad at Me

for throwing Them out —

Hunter understands

NEW COLOURS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I feel like throwing out

all My Black Clothes —

The Black Jesus Clothes

were for an operation

of secrecy & deceit

what colours can I resurrect?

Red & White

The Colours of Alarm

I am My Own Statement

of Alarm

Black Jesus is called off

Red is My Colour

& White is My Flag

My Canadian Flag

with Silver carrying Me

As I Fly

M’ SUPERHERO GONE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:23pm

I done kilt M’ Superhero

kilt H’ Sorry Ass

drowneded Him in D’Ocean

kilt His Black Self

in Dem Waves

won’t be worshippin no Spirit neither

No How

MY REAL LIVE HEART

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm

Today I threw

My Heart away

The One conceived in The Night

& woken to in The Light

of Silver

That Heart was haunting

Me

for 2 decades

of seething

red & black

futility

Now

there is no other

Heart

but

My

Cardiac

Organ

keeping

Me

ALIVE

MY SHOWER OF LIGHTS

The Hawk Corner Room NOON

My Shower of Silver Lights

goes untainted

to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER

than It ever was

before

It’s Mine

ALL MINE