Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: artist

LET’S GET ONE THING ESTABLISHED

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

My Orange Macro-me knitting bag

has Mylar sparkles & a lining

the colour of Flaming June’s dress

My Knitting Stitch is the colour

of drying blood

60 stitches wide by 22* rows

I am creating

The Swath

of My Endometrium

*lie

WHAT TO WEAR

The Hawk Deck 10:56am

I was going to write

a poem about knitting

on My Lap

with laundry on the line

but then I had to shower

& get dressed

in flaming orange

with plastic orange beads

galactic earrings

& My Heavy Crystal

Question Mark Ring

DESSERT SKY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:08pm

The Sky looks like Jupiter

& I have dined

on bread pudding

& whipped cream

summer rains

accompanied the return

of Eliza’s prom dress

layered in Silver sequins

& rented for the second time

SHORTCAKE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am

After a dessert plate was forked clean

a waggle of the tongue

sent Me on the run

& My Over-cooked Strawberries

were the very

colour

READY

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:58am

I am ready to go

in My Ripped Grey Capris

& sleeveless purple top

dressed in the colours

I couldn’t paint

on top of My Bathroom Door

— grey —

(We have no towel racks)

& purple draped over

the door handle

MY CLOSET

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm

I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:

moonlight silk Armani

worn only once

for an anniversary in Halifax

I out-grew it but

have shed the weight

My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket

& mother-of-pearl buttons

I will wear Silver Sandals

one heel glued on from

October 26, 2013

when I partied to unconsciousness

& threw up in a munchie tray

belonging to the richest woman

I know

WHILE MAKING COFFEE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am

I open My Window

to the cries of gulls

& flash My Eyes against

the light out over

My Morning Ocean

CLOSE-KNIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm

There is safety in talking

about the weather

but not in asking

about the doings of someone new:

“I don’t know the girl —

she writes poetry”

Grand Egyptian by Cambridge

The Hawk En Suit Bath 11:04am

I dried My Head

in a sea of Purple

& looked to see

My Flanks flecked

with galactic lint

or was it the inception

of insects

that I wore?

UPON WAKING EARLY

The Hawk Queen Bed 6:24am

The Sky is aflame

with The Rising Sun

& I have seen multitudinous

stars

at the start

of My Day