The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
Armed with a blunted bread knife
clutched right-handed
I have baked My Last Cake
& am about to survive
outside My Kitchen Haven
deep inside the lands of dispute
& vocalization of the state
of Our Laws & Morality
Dignity & Human Endeavor
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
My Orange Macro-me knitting bag
has Mylar sparkles & a lining
the colour of Flaming June’s dress
My Knitting Stitch is the colour
of drying blood
60 stitches wide by 22* rows
I am creating
The Swath
of My Endometrium
–
*lie
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06am
Oh how I want to knead
a double weave of lavender
& green —
I want so badly
to meld a shield
of diamond coloured star
in My Center
Oh how I want to paint
the emblematic Silver
of My Center
My Big Black X
so I could make a pair
to My Black Star
The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
I once wore Red Underwear
for My Whole Life
& It got Me Nowhere
except to where I am
on a tomato-coloured love seat
staring at My Abortion
Eliza’s Bathroom 1:38pm
I stand on a mat of Purple
in My Purple accented bath
looking down at My Purple toe nails
& Teal coloured pants
looking from above at My Station
as The 3rd Wife of a successful doctor
The Mother of 2.4 Children I love
fiercely
A Revolutionary of Vision
an artist of words
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Kitchen 10:45am
My Life Vessel
has been shifted
to a safer place
a Place of Light
& Security
In The Center of My Window Sill
above My Kitchen Sink
where I can reach for It
with The Deepest Reverence
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I Am The Fury
The Black Heat Of Possession
Red-bladed
Against
The Purple Heart
Of My Third Child
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have painted
The Sacred Heart
The Bon Jovi Heart
The Broken Heart
of My Third Child
–
I have painted
The Silver Lights
of My Black Star
violent
immovable
immortalized
beyond Me
Joanna Gilman Hyde 