Joanna Gilman Hyde

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THE SALVATION ARMY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Last Night I packed up

the back of My Ford Escape

with cartons of dishes from The Shakespeare House

unopened

Eliza’s portable crib & baby blankets

from 18 years ago

My Grandmother’s Singer Sewing Machine

from 50 years ago

2 very good twin mattress pads

from when My Children visited Me —

Their Floral Comforters went yesterday too

along with My Fantasy Bed Set

composed of A Christmas Quilt

& Bright Red Sheets —

They went to My Kind-hearted

Social Worker Friend

Who told me She found A Little Man

made out of aluminium foil

somewhere within the folds

REFLECTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:10pm

What does The Image of A Man

signify?

wealth, status

— how much He loves Me —

when He kisses Me in His Office

is He really My Husband

or is He That Dressed VIP

I so desired We wrecked

2 marriages?

ELIZA’S ROOM 4:15pm

Oh Luminous Cloud —

am I the only One Who sees You?

I watched Your Golden Aura fade

& then The Moon peeked out

from underneath

Your Grey Companions

FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 6:48pm

The Death of My Mother was the most forceful

Event of My Life

I believe I have recovered

& will not write many more

Dead Mother Poems.

I am planning My New Floor Covering instead

My Husband is up from His Nap

& We’re eating stuffed chicken

REPLACED

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:20am

Those long black hours

twenty years ago waiting

for My Mother to die

have been replaced

by coffee in The Morning

with My Second Husband

& a carpenter’s quote

for His Library downstairs

DRESSED

The Hawk Portico 11:40am

Black Space Kicks /Black Socks

LLBean Ladies Jeans reg. 8

Black Underwear /Push Up Joe Fresh Bra

Black Tan Jay Top  w/applied glitter

3 Silver Chain Bangles /worn left

Wedding /Engagement Diamond Rings /worn left

Quartz Crystal /Diamond Question Mark Ring /worn right

Open Heart Bulova Watch /worn right

Silver Hoop Earrings

Serengeti Eyewear

What’s Happening Now?

Gold & Silver are going Vertical

CHOPPING BLOCK

The Hawk Hallway 9:00am

Today is a beautiful day

for selling an island property

& Hunter awoke with a dream

of David Wilson going sailing

The Hawk Portico 10:30am

Today is Black Friday

& I’ve got an island property

on The Chopping Block

My Realtor is going out to Mc Nutt’s

@ 2 o’clock this sunny high tide

with a prospective buyer from Maine

who’s made His Offer

& paid His Deposit —

He Just Has To See It

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:55pm

I am casting off My Mother’s Houses

I just opened the cupboard door under the sink

here at The Hawk

to dry My Hands on a non-existent towel there

thinking I was in The Shakespeare House

momentarily

but I’m not — that House

went in September 2011

& I am left with The Island

ready to go at the full asking price

by This Friday —

how many dish towel memories

do I have there?

THE OFFER

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:00am

There’s a Picture somewhere

of My Mother’s outboard The Molly

resting at anchor in a pool of faded pink

It must be down in the basement

here at The Hawk

what will I think

when I see It again?

THE GALACTIC TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 5:35pm

There’s A Galaxy

on My Living Room Window Pane

It sits before an old sunset

tantalizing Me by Its Size:

on What Scale is It as Large

as The Galaxies in Space?

on the bacterial level

or the molecular level

or the neutron, proton, electron level?

Or smaller still?

Will I ever know The Difference

or is there no difference —

Is It All Relative?