The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:16pm
I will wear My Hair
in a braid at My Side
an appendage of strength
never to be pulled in jest
held in place by coloured bands
complimenting My Face
decorating My Self
for the admiration
of women as well
as men
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:06pm
I see The Clarity
of The Day in My Soul
from My Kitchen Outpost Window
I see The Blue of The Ocean
weight no longer upon Me
now with the waves
spraying ashore
each splash exemplifying the freshness
of My Lightened
Heart
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:04am
From the wet snow of yesterday
I see a single white wire
a line of necklace grace
where usually the black
hovers unnoticed
The Hawk TV Room 2:30pm
“I Poured Out My Black Heart”
is not to be hung.
Instead It is rolled up
& stored away in the basement
behind the bowsprit of My Mother’s boat.
I am no longer reminded
of Its Glittering “D”
& have moved into My Gracious Future
without Him.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:10am
He is a kind of poison
embedded in My Heart
if He were away from Me
I could do My Art
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:31am
I have built a fortress
out of fuchsia and black
to live within My Religion’s
confines
I will not step out
of My Cloister
I will reside
in My Nunnery
& thirst
until I die
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
Open This Door
Come Into My Delusion
You Are Welcome Here
With Me On A Mat
of Black Satin
Fuchsia Pillow Between
My Legs
Lay With Me
& I Will Tell You
My Life Story —
Oh How I Was A Child Once —
While We Both Smoke
Our Opium Haze
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
My House is My Galaxy —
all the dust, stars
all the cat hairs
the filaments of life
It is lit up
by a future Sun
on the outskirts
of My Dream
& as I clean
I think of infinity
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:37pm
What is The Significance
of seeing stars
when I bend over
My Kitchen Sink Mat
to pick It up
to shake outside
where the stars of day
cannot be seen?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 