This Is Not Poetic:
Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
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Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
When Maria got killed
Dr Blair said he felt bad —
or something like that
The Hawk Front Yard 10:20am
I have a rose bush
planted for a life
of the sibling to My Children
never seen except
encased by an ultra-sound screen
when He/She was declared
too small
and I had to wait a week
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am
I didn’t want to get up
this morning
after standing prostrate
in the window cross
of the TV Room
for two hours
after My X Husband
hung up on Me
when I asked Him
about My Paintings
He had dumped
and while I stood there
with My Arms out-stretched
I saw A Speck
on the ceiling
and I revered It
as The Speck
of My Abortion
He forced Me to have
The Hawk Living Room 5:10pm
EYE am wearing
My REAL Black Jesus Underpants
& EYE am writing with
a still-good Birks pen cartridge:
EYE have seen
the 3-Dimensionality
of M(EYE) obliterated abortion
heart
in the middle of M(EYE) Black Star
& EYE Still See It!!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
My Pickled Husband
has just ordered Me
a bulletproof vest
off the internet —
I can go anywhere
now
I am ready
& set
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
I have retired
My Sacred “Life” Glass
into the Styrofoam packing case
housing the arrival
of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre
ceramic coffee mug
from which I am about
to take
My First Drink:
EYE DID IT!
TWICE!
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:39pm
I Sit In A Potion
Of Sea Salt
& Floating Insects
Waiting To Breathe
[My Life Is On Stilts]
Joanna Gilman Hyde 