Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11

THE FIRST ROOM MATE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

The First Room Mate I had in New York City

was a dark-headed guy with something off

in one eye

I answered His Ad in The Village Voice

“share 2bdrm apt. Lower E Side

$230 per mo

call anytime”

I called at six o’clock in the morning

He said I was the first person

to call

I arrived at nine — the appointed time

in My Interview Dress —

navy sheath with cream-trimmed pockets

& V-neck —

His name was Bennett Ram

His phone was ringing off The Hook

He didn’t seem to have anyone else lined up

He kept unplugging & re-plugging His Phone

I sat on His Couch

& met His Chaotic Friends —

one of whom pointed out a maggotty pot of beans & rice

on top of the refrigerator

I AM THAT WOMAN

The Hawk Bedroom 2:52pm

I Am That Woman

standing poised

with My Weight on My Left Foot

My Left Hand

gracing My Belly

My Right Hand

holding My Black Book

against A Secure Right Hip

Right Leg and Foot turned tentatively back

contemplating

My Preparedness

I WAS THAT CHILD

The Hawk Bedroom 8:30am

I was That Child

exclaiming as I came through The Gate

of My Grandmother’s Jordan Bay Garden:

“Granmama — You have the most beautiful garden

in The Whole Wide World –”

exclaiming with feigned delight

because I knew

how much I could please Her

THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 10:50am

Today I drove past a black cat

the size & shape of Astro

stretched out dead

on the road into Clark’s Harbour

I wondered if He was loved

as much as I love Astro

I wondered if He could have been hit

because of His Blackness

THE HAWK BEDROOM 3:30pm

I came upstairs

to brush My Teeth

& there was That Silver

this time out on a swath of ocean

to The South West

gleaming for Me

through Silver Clouds

My Power Is In Silver

though I wear

The Colour Black

Silver is from The Moon

Our Eye-Dent-i-Teye

WHAT IS BLACK JESUS?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm

Black Jesus is external

no matter how much He tries

to get inside Me

yesterday I turned Him into dialogue

today He’s merely a cloak I wear

in case I want to say something challenging

in public

He’s NOT My Partner

He’s just a persona —

let’s keep it that way

HEY

The Hawk Family Room 6:25pm

Hey, I Black Jesus

I Five year Ol’

My Girl Fren Beat Me Up

today I ax Her

do She have titties

Bitch say Yes

but She My Age

She din show Me none

“MOMMY”

Barrington Passage 1:40pm

“Mamma–

I’m tellin’ on Black Jesus —

He make Me sick

in Ma Stomack —

We wuz frenz —

now We ain’t —

I don’ like Black Jesus

no mo’

I don’ like Him”

I WEAR A PURPLE ROBE

The Hawk 10:39am

I am Holding This Black Book

against the curve

of My Stomach

My Words are tumbling

from Me

down & out

into The Open

THE INCEPTION

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00am

The Seed of Black Jesus

is nestled inside

the satin folds of My White Womb

I am in Partnership

We give no credence

to satan