Joanna Gilman Hyde

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HYDE 10/22

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:27pm

The Tomato-coloured Couch

has been moved

away from Its Wall

in order to make room

for The Installation

of My Black Star

tomorrow,

signed & dated Today

I AM TRULY HAPPY

The Hawk Deck 11:22am

I have succeeded

in painting out

The Shower Of Silver Lights

They will stream forth

from the wall above

My Tomato-coloured Couch

& They Will Be Divine

FROM A WOULD-BE ANTI-CHOICE PROTESTER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm

What would I say if faced

with a pregnant woman about to walk

into an abortion clinic?

“That Human You Carry

Comes From You —

To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part

Of Your Self”

FUCHSIA

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

I stood in My Raspberry LLB Sippers from China

& Fuchsia Turtle-neck Sweater from Years Ago

to enunciate in front of My Bedded Husband

Three Fundamental Rules

For This Planet:

1.  No Legalized Abortion

2.  No Militarized Killing

3.  No Capital Punishment

& asked One Question

for All of Us to Ask:

What Is The Value

of One Human Life?

MY WHITE TRUCKS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm

White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy

I saw One driving out of the polling station today

after voting for My Liberal MLA

(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)

Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life

ODALISQUE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45am

Back in My Bed

on the pretence of not enough sleep

I lie in repose

and wonder the look

on The Face

of The Nameless, Faceless Doctor

Who scraped out My Dear .4

and what of it

in My Reclining Pose

had I demanded My Pieces

be saved —

saved in a jar of formaldehyde?

BACK FROM ATLANTIC

Highway 103, NS 2:22pm

Today I washed some dishes

left by My Daughter

in the house in Atlantic

My First Marital House

where My Third Child was conceived

and aborted on the anniversary

of My Mother’s Death

My Daughter is going to college

this weekend

My Son is out west

— I may see Him at Christmastime

and .4 — that’s what I call Him/Her —

is not in heaven

because I don’t believe in heaven

She/He is still with Me

My Body is My Heaven

DEPENDENCE DAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

In This Red Book

I Write Instruction

for Women of Child-bearing Years

I Write Steadfast Instruction:

Lay Down Your Tools

of Abortion

Think

of The Twins

Think

of The Single Entities of Humanity

Look At What You Are Doing

To Your Selves

And To The People Who Love You

Think

of What Possession

You Have Been Given —

How Can You Not Want It?

He And She Are A Significant Part

of You

And You Are

All Of Them

GOD’S PALLET

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:10pm

If I were God, Which I Am,

I would decree the legalization

of Gay Marriage

the decriminalization of Street Drugs & Prostitution

the illegalization of Abortion

the equalization of God & Humanity

POEM FOR MARCH 27th

The Hawk Queen Bed 11:50am

On a Grey Day in March

I write The Poem for The 27th

The Day My Two Greatest Losses

befell Me by Fate:

The First was My True Companion —

My Mother made certain of that —

The Second was A Beginning —

The Beginning of A Child

I would never know

as I knew My Mother