MY WORD!
The Hawk Kitchen 8:05pm
Tonight @ Supper
which I didn’t burn
My 2nd Husband
accepted
that I Am
The 2nd Coming
Of Christ
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The Hawk Kitchen 8:05pm
Tonight @ Supper
which I didn’t burn
My 2nd Husband
accepted
that I Am
The 2nd Coming
Of Christ
The Hawk Kitchen 1:15pm
I have bled before
a stand of Crows
I have wept in dreams
of a pristine throat
muted white with a thin pink bow —
The Dead Princess Neck
of alabaster silence
commanding Me to throw
My Words up and out
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm
Women are burning up
all over this fair world
They’re trying to make supper
& carrying on conversations
at the same time
talking about what it’s like
to have all The Power
& no place to put it
The Hawk Kitchen 9:43am
When I reach The Age of 122
and People ask Me What’s
My Secret?
I will tell Them:
“I have lived on a diet
high in fat, sugar and salt —
fat for My Blood
sugar for My Disposition
salt for My Tears —
I have had The Love
of A Big Black Cat
named Astropythicus
to soothe My Palpitating Heart
and I have lived
in the Land of My Dreams
where every day
I took to My Magic Pen
and wrote My Life
in Stars”
The Hawk Corner Room, Home of My Globe 8:11pm
I have landed on Alert
True North
to make My Proclamation
that santa claus is Poison —
santa & his elves & raindeer
& mrs clause too
need to be wiped off
The Face of This Planet —
This Planet which is My Face
I will dedicate My Life
to The Restoration
of Children’s Minds
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
They came from everywhere
flapping in Their Black Aprons
I stood amidst Their Alien Gaze
in the foyer of Sobey’s
collecting My Two Cases
of lemon-flavoured
sparkling water
The Hawk Kitchen 7:00pm
I See The Sphere
Of Our Universe
Swirling In Countless Forms
Of Loose Fat Globules
Inside A Big Black Frying Pan:
Hamburger Grease
And Tap Water
Don’t Mix —
They Create
Eliza’s Room 2:30pm
I live in a lavender room
where I have pulled up
the curtain against a backdrop
of rolling waves
and scrub spruce tree tops
above a painted chest
housing My Mother’s Childhood Diaries
I am sanctified
in My Daughter’s Room
where The Out-stretched Quilt
of rippling bands of purple
spreads Itself beneath two walls
of My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting
titled Self Organizing Galaxy
and beneath My Signature
in three-foot-high letters
coloured Black
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I will not be burned
at the stake I will be shot
in The Back again
Joanna Gilman Hyde 