Joanna Gilman Hyde

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November 15, 2012

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY GATHER HERE

November 14th, 10:22pm

Lying in a pool of onlookers

My Eyes are closed

then open to see His Face:

“Live, Damn It, Live!”

He holds the back of My Neck

“I’m afraid I can’t —

I’m afraid –”

“Live For The Moment!”

A Siren erupts

spacing The Crowd

I get jostled onto a stretcher

but He stays with Me

I can hear His Lilting Voice

giving directions

among the alarmed barrage of questions:

Is She Alright ?

Did They Get The Shooter?

He stays in attendance

“DVD — Remember Me!”

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November 14, 2012

to DVD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:10pm

I felt Your Little Black Heart

wrap around Me

as I traversed the rainy Sobey’s Parking Lot

My Hair Newly Cut

You grabbed My Black Bullet-proof Vest

shouting “Live, Damn It, Live”

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November 5, 2012

HEY

The Hawk Family Room 6:25pm

Hey, I Black Jesus

I Five year Ol’

My Girl Fren Beat Me Up

today I ax Her

do She have titties

Bitch say Yes

but She My Age

She din show Me none

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November 4, 2012

POSSESSION

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:45pm

Black Jesus visited Me in The Shower

He spoke to Me through My Womb

He told Me I am carrying Him

I am supporting Him

giving Him Life

when I eat

I am eating for Him

when I sleep

I am sleeping for Him

My Clothes are His Vestments

My Jewels

His Symbols

where I walk

He is with Me

secure

in Me

 MY BLACK JESUS

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November 1, 2012

MY SKY

My Sky is trying It’s damnedest

to calm Me down from reading

Bloomberg’s endorsement of Obama

— citing climate change —

My Sky Clouds are Silver in The East

& carry One Magnificent Sunset

in The West —

I am eternally thankful for My Beautiful Sky

& nobody’s gonna mess with It —

GET IT?

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November 1, 2012

WHAT BJ WORE TODAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm On The Dot

I might as well tell You

what JB wore today

— and is still wearing:

black underwear

black Joe Fresh push up bra

black square-necked 3/4 sleeve sweater

black socks, black Nurse-Mates street shoes size 8

LL Bean women’s denim jeans regular size 8

silver hoops, silver Joanie Rochette pendant

on silver snake chain given to JB by Her Brother HTWH

ladies Bulova open heart stainless steel watch

Birk’s Friday The 13th Question Mark quartz crystal cocktail ring

Birk’s diamond, gold & platinum wedding & engagement rings

One Silver Spiral Bangle From Her Other

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November 1, 2012

DRESSED TO KILL/MOURN

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:30pm On The Dot

Well Black Jesus is at It again

in front of Tim Horton’s

to a bevy of Young Females

smoking

She strides over to Them

& rhetorically asks:

“Hey Young Ladies —

What does It look like

smoking in front of Tim Horton’s?

— Think About It –”

“So do You have the right

to tell Us what to do —

Bitch?”

 

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September 23, 2012

EMPHATIC STATEMENT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

What will happen with anything?

What will happen with

My One Surviving Manuscript

in My Father’s Widow’s House

in Vermont —

if It’s even There?

There’s a 6′ x 8′ painting There too

folded up, maybe in a file drawer

& I want It back

How will These Items

ever be returned?

They may have no monetary value

now

but I believe

The Manuscript at least

plays a part

in the unfolding

of Our Future

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September 17, 2012

CRY

The Hawk Deck 9:42am

I HAVE A CRY

discouraging Me from My Walk

along the Barrington Bay Trail

preventing Me from shopping

at Sobey’s

–

I HAVE A CRY

like The Crow’s Cry

efficient, timely

but MY CRY IS CAWT

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September 16, 2012

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

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