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A Canadian Maple Leaf
is A Star
RED STAR
undulating
Above The Blue Horizon
put on Your Tattoo Sweater, Black
fix Yourself an Ice Coffee
–a tall one–
sit on Your Back Deck
with the dishwasher going
& eggplant parmigiana in the oven
Open Your Journal
Aim Your Silver Pen
write
between
his puny
eyes
I Am Goldy Locks
eating @ My Glass Table
eating bananas & cereal
before donning My Glass Slippers
to trip about to find My Prince
(He’s Around Here Somewhere)
& I Won’t Grow Up
or If I Grow Up
I Have The Option
of reclining, ready
In My Glass Coffin
built by 7 Dwarves (Humours)
3 Bears (Instinct)
& 1 Fairy God Mother
(Atheist In Disguise)
I See A Piece Of The Universe
on My Husband’s Urban Tribe Sweater
washed in Tide
in and out Tide
& dried in Bounce
to get The Fuzz off —
but I’m afraid
I’ll have to use
The Lint Brush
Now
What Do I See On My Lint Brush?
The Scattered Crumbs
of Lemon Loaf Cake
brush off My Black Lap
like a speckling of stars
& down The Cleavage
of My Tattoo Sweater
like Those sucked inside
My Very Blackest Hole
Joanna Gilman Hyde 