The Hawk Queen Bed 1:30am
I had a stone wall once
a series, a square
of old grey rocks, cleared & tumbling
fenced around an apple orchard
behind My Mother’s Island House:
It had two openings
for a wagon’s passage — one
on the East wall
one on the West
& I mowed through it
with a $2.00 lawn mower
over buttercups
& wild raspberry cane
& over a nest of field mice
The Hawk Kitchen 2:00pm
I opened a box of Nature Valley
granola bars — contents five bars —
made by General Mills Canada Corporation
& discovered an empty space
for a sixth
The Hawk Dining Room 10:44am
I watch the roiling ocean
still ramped up
after My Halo Scene last night
when I demanded of My Husband
Does He Know What Kind of Person He Is Dealing With —
or not:
A Witch or An Angel
Who brought down
The Twin Towers
with a flower?
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:40am
I Am The Black Angel
when I see My Halo
I shit on My Husband
castigating Him
until He loves Me
no longer
The Hawk Kitchen 12:25pm
Stuck inside a snow globe
looking through Her Sliding Glass Doors
to The Ferocity of Earth
laid out before
Her Feet
seen from above
— or any angle for that matter —
She has six cats
two grown children
two husbands under Her Belt —
She dashes off poetry
as if The World
is All Hers
The Hawk Corner Room 12:06pm
My Grandfather married
a Southern Belle
named Josephine Elizabeth Meadow
Who grew magnificent gardens
& cooked macaroni and cheese
She stood beside Her Nasturtiums
in a bright orange house coat
& sang Me a song
“Sweetest Little Joge —
Everybody Knows
Everywhere She goes
She’s Mighty Like A Rose”
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
When’s it gonna come out
that I spawned 9/11?
When My Hair’s grown out
or when I open My Big Mouth
& tell The World
I lied?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
Nothing tragic will happen
to Me
I am not made of that stuff
I am tough
& love The World too much
to suffer any further loss
or strife
My Mind is safe
from shifting tides
& I reside
in a perfect house
looking out
to sea
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
When I woke this morning
the sky was reddish gold
purple cloud over the sun now
but I have the trash out
& the coffee steeps
Last night I told My Hair to grow
while I sleep
& It has
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm
Oh Hair Grow
when I inhale the fur
of My Big Black Astro
Oh Hair when I cut You off
22 years ago
how could I have known
I would have the love for You
that I do now?
You would be My Greatest Comfort —
I will gleefully brush You
braid You, pin You decoratively
care for You with balsamic solutions —
every follicle I own on My Head
please be rejuvenated and never
turn back to the darkness
of severity of Truth —
I want to live My Dream
& My Dream is You flying,
whipping Your Golden Fabrication
around My Shoulders
protecting Me as a mantel
of Hope & Love
for This World
of Happiness
We need so badly
Joanna Gilman Hyde 