Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11

WHAT BJ WORE TODAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm On The Dot

I might as well tell You

what JB wore today

— and is still wearing:

black underwear

black Joe Fresh push up bra

black square-necked 3/4 sleeve sweater

black socks, black Nurse-Mates street shoes size 8

LL Bean women’s denim jeans regular size 8

silver hoops, silver Joanie Rochette pendant

on silver snake chain given to JB by Her Brother HTWH

ladies Bulova open heart stainless steel watch

Birk’s Friday The 13th Question Mark quartz crystal cocktail ring

Birk’s diamond, gold & platinum wedding & engagement rings

One Silver Spiral Bangle From Her Other

DRESSED TO KILL/MOURN

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:30pm On The Dot

Well Black Jesus is at It again

in front of Tim Horton’s

to a bevy of Young Females

smoking

She strides over to Them

& rhetorically asks:

“Hey Young Ladies —

What does It look like

smoking in front of Tim Horton’s?

— Think About It –”

“So do You have the right

to tell Us what to do —

Bitch?”

 

HALLOWEEN ASTRO

The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm

I have My Big Black Cat Astro

Who could be targeted by Halloween pranksters

as warned by a cat-loving Secretary

Astro cannot be let out

until Cover of Darkness

and this at My Husband’s insistence

— He thinks Astro is safe —

if anything happened to My Astro

I would be inconsolably bereft

SELF ORGANIZING GALAXY

UPDATE

My Art Framer Al Delaney

former Mayor of Shelburne, Nova Scotia

called this morning

to tell Me He finished framing

My Letter from former Mayor Ed Koch

of New York City

& My Letter from former Governor Tom Kean

of New Jersey

written upon The Completion

of My Ten-thousand Square-foot Elliptical Spiral

on The Roof of The Former #5 World Trade Center

A DREAM FOR HALLOWEEN

You appeared in the doorway

of an old-fashioned water closet

temporarily housing Me

I lifted My Bandaged Right Hand

in front of You

— snapped It in place —

& You laughed

THE HAWK NEW BEDROOM 2:15pm

Our New Bedroom

made new by The Floor

and careful arrangement of old furniture

— I got Eliza to help with The Bed —

is finished in the aftermath

of Super Sandy’s Nor’ Eastern Spiralling Edge

— Our only casualty here

the frayed and torn edges

of neighbouring Canadian Flags —

— Rain Warning still in the forecast —

but we will sleep

in refinement

amidst the unleashing roar of Our Ocean

IT’S NICE NOT TO WRITE

The Hawk Portico 4:11pm

It’s nice not to write

about a female black-clad Alien

introducing Our Local Child Psychiatrist

for His Talk @ The Community College

in Yarmouth yesterday

It’s nice not to write

about Me in black

sitting on My Front Stoop

in the late afternoon sun

drinking Red Rose Tea

or am I an Alien too?

I am An Infiltrator

–oh– I have to look that word up

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 1:11pm

My Big Black Super Cat Astro

is sprung from My Right Shoulder

like The Head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

Who told Me nineteen years ago Today

in The Most Melodious Voice

I had ever heard:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

& So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

10:22pm/10:22

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

I was That Ballet Dancer

twirling madly in any psychiatrist’s fantasy

exposing My 101 Split-second Facial Expressions

aimed at an imaginary upper corner Camera —

or was It Imaginary?

in a room of no furnishings

except for one rubber mattress

repeatedly blanketed over

by Me

to grow a garden

of hair & spit

before My Assemblage

got

WRECKED-ified

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 12:45pm

You knew I would write

something festering

for today

I’m dressed like The Athletic Witch that I am:

black kicks, black capris. black underwear

grey knit zip-up running top

white bra, white socks

with two loads of laundry out on the line

first Dark, then Light

and I Got My Period