My soon-to-be-X
recently messaged
My Daughter Eliza
that he would like to see Me
“left twisting in the wind –”
well there’s a storm tonight
and Eye am here by My Self
cozy in My Bed
with The Power still on
In My Tidy House
The Word of God
lies stuck against the back
of My Broom Closet —
It, The Word, is in poster form
tucked away
for only Those Who
dare to clean
or to hang up an extra coat —
for My Closet
holds a rod
—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:
God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost
In My Favourite Restaurant
Eye overheard The Waiter
Talking to The Cook:
“How can You have time
for God and Your Wife?”
Eye called out from My Booth:
“What if God and Your Wife
are One and The Same?”
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
Cell Phone 4:15 to working husband
I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. EYE AM THE BLACK SWAN
Now count ’em.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 