The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
My Pickled Husband
has just ordered Me
a bulletproof vest
off the internet —
I can go anywhere
now
I am ready
& set
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
Would I get back
My Exuberance
if I donned My Black Oprah Dress
& loaded up My Wrists with Silver?
Would I tramp around
the house
belting out declarations — some
original — some not
to My Captive Audience of One:
My Despairing Husband
Would I feel the heady height
of My loquacious
Self?
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am
I spoke with sordid gusto
I slobbered
though clearly I chided
My Docile Husband —
“What do We CELEBRATE
on this Planet?!
What do We CELEBRATE?
We CELEBRATE
S — E — X
That’s why We’re here!!”
“CARROTS ARE PENISES
& PUMPKINS ARE CUNTS”
Note:
I go padding down the hall
every morning
in My Cranberry Slippers
to serve My Husband
His Oatmeal & Raisins
The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm
Like the flocks of tiny birds
We watched this morning —
there has to be
a Collective Shift —
a Collective Curve
& Undulation
of Our Global —
No — Universal
Perception
The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am
EYE AM
BACK TO M(EYE)
LIFE GLASS
where the water seems colder
&
EYE AM
HIGHER
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
I (EYE) am eking out
the last of The Summer Air
out here on My Summer Deck
with a load of sparse laundry
on the line
a military plane flies
over to The North
circles over the ocean
around Our House
& We don’t know why
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:34pm
In The No Frills Parking Lot
in front of Nova Scotia Liquor Commission
I eyed up a BRINKS armoured vehicle
as a somewhat elderly blue-shirted driver got out
while I got My Delivery
of lab reports
from South West Health Authority
Then as I crossed the street
in front of Royal Bank of Canada
One BRINKS (was It the same One?)
parked along side —
an armed blue-shirted guy got out with a bag
& a big dolly
& went inside toward the vault
while I went into The Automated Teller Machine
— He came back through
empty-handed
& I got up My Nerve
to ask Him what The Dolly was for —
should I be asking questions?
He said that was OK —
The Dolly was for “coinage” but The Bank didn’t have any
I said “coinage is not used much anymore –”
He agreed & said that’s why
He was turned away today —
did He say “coinage”
to cover for “bullion”?
He looked innocent
My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm
I ain’t playin’
when I see that Brinks
armoured truck runnin’ grey along
the front windows of Sobey’s
I ain’t playin’
when I feel a surge in My Heart
when I see them bullet-proof men
stagin’ them bags of money —
I gots Mine –
I’m safe
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am
Silver on The Water
Silver in The Sky
The Thermometer is low
The End is (nearly*) Nigh
–
I am wide awake
The Coffee Pot is on
I have My House full of guests
ungrateful for The Dawn
*redundancy
The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am
Silver Crashes Down On My Head
Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs
I Am Strong
I Am Woman
Joanna Gilman Hyde 