The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
There’s A Boy
in My Basement —
I saw Him standing on My Red Rug
holding a big brown Limited Edition
of Gulliver’s Travels
tucked under His Chin
with His Beguiling Look
He told Me It was His Favourite
of All His Books
The Hawk Kitchen 1:45pm
I have My Real Kitchen Witch now:
The Ceramic Head of My Dark Haired Woman
baked in High School Art Class
when Her Face fell off
Miss Hues helped Me fit Her Forehead, Chin
Right Eye & Cheek, Left Eye & Cheek
back together, glazed & glued
now to watch over Me
— halo hat intact —
above My Kitchen Corner Cupboard
as if Her Body is There contained
The Hawk Dining Room 10:38pm
Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana
carried Her Bunch of Bananas
to the front check-out at Sobey’s
but only One Line was open
& It was full
Lil’ Joanna Banana was in a hurry
so She thought of The Other Store
& put The Bunch back
(She thought of stealing a single banana for breakfast
but Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana was too honest)
She exited Sobey’s in Her 2004 Escape
& drove to Martin’s No Frills
where His Logo is a Bunch of Bananas
so Lil’ Joanna Banana picked out a bunch
(& One to eat in The Car)
She didn’t have to wait at the check-out
She clutched Her Bunch
against Her Dressy Knee-length Black Spring Coat
and walked along The Front
of The Yellow & Black
Store Front
The West Desk Window 9:55pm
when I was a child
I had a fantasy
of getting locked inside
a grocery store
overnight
free to eat anything my heart desired
& do you know what I picked?
I picked apple sauce
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I was That Girl
Who watched uneasily
as Her Brother’s Friend
heaped dried leaves
on top of a little fire
lit to cook onion grass
in The Woods behind Her House
–
I was That Girl
Who ran back to The House
to get a pitcher of water
to meet Her Mother’s Alarm
–
I was That Girl
“eight-going-on-nine”
Who wrote a letter of thanks
to The Valley Cottage Fire Department
“for saving Our Woods”
“I’ll never scratch a match again”
–
I was That Girl
praised by Her Former Kindergarten Teacher
met in the school hallway
The Letter was in the paper
The Hawk Kitchen 5:40pm
I lost a hand made ring
of enamelled Silver
into the waves of The Jersey Shore
when I was 18
with My First And Only Boyfriend
–
Was It Silver going back to ore
as I told My Self
when I was 13 & lost
two Silver Bracelets
My Mother gave Me for Christmas?
–
What did I tell My Self
when I lost a hand made Silver-beaded earring
in the sand on Mc Nutt Island
when I was maybe 20
with a military man
whose name is long forgotten?
–
What do I tell My Self now
when I lose something
I might value
like a pair of crystal candlesticks
from My Mother’s Shakespeare House
put away in one of the boxes
I took unopened to The Salvation Army?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
She stood in Our Family Room
Entry Way
8 feet tall in platform pink stilettos
dark mini & worked-on hair
straight
asking for a ride
to the beginning of Her Partying
equipped with a little one-shot bottle
of Black Crown Royal
I gave Her with Her Roses
on Christmas Eve —
now It’s New Year’s
She’s out in The Wind
messing up Her Hair
as She climbs into My Escape
& climbs out at a Black Dodge Ram 1500:
Her Trophy Legs are all I can see
disappearing down Her Boyfriend’s Drive
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Here’s an excerpt:
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