The Hawk Kitchen 6:16pm
I Drink The Golden Fluid
of My Beer
in My Concept 2 Drinking
Glass
& I feel, feel, feel
I feel
for Everyone
trapped
by illness
or made-up labels
People in prisons
I feel for My World
I feel for My Planet
I feel for
My
Self’s
Capacity
The Hawk Kitchen 7:22pm
I hold a jar in My Left Hand
398 ml 14 oz liq
No Name
Puree de Pommes
non Sucre
straight from The Garden of Eden
not in temptation
but in nourishment
for The World
to see, feel
& swallow
The Meaning of Life
The Hawk Kitchen 3:25pm
I have written My Self
into a corner
I have consumed a whole bowl
of Pop Corn
& taken My Ball, My Cap Gun
& My Dolly
home
I am The Petulant Child
Who’s eaten all Her Cookies & Milk
and left without thanking
The Mommy
The Hawk Kitchen 9:40am
That Dancerina Doll
was My Body Type
That Was Me
spinning in a little girl’s bedroom
on TV
spinning out on a rooftop
at The WTC
age 23
*title from WHB
Joanna Gilman Hyde 