Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: cooking

ONE LAST LUNCH

The Hawk Dining Room 1:14pm

Today I finished off

My Stew

like any good woman would —

It had no meat left

but I didn’t care —

I ate The Thick Broth

lovingly

and savoured The Turnips —

a vegetable about which

I have mixed feelings

MACKEREL SKY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm

When I was in Grade Five

at The Sandy Point Consolidated School

there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl

who told Us of Her Mother calling

a certain kind of cloud cover

“Mackerel Sky” for

the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks

of the fish I knew so well

from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets

in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”

in butter served with lemon and parsley

AFTERNOON IN MY KITCHEN

The Hawk Kitchen 2:07pm

I put on My Green Apron —

“Pinny” as My Scottish Husband

calls It —

in It

I am The Uniform

of Domesticity

ready to cook

up

a chicken casserole

with the radio

up

LOUD

 

COUCH-LYING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30am

Today is a day for the couch

I will not be going

on My Rowing Machine

I will not be taking roses

to My Mother-in-law

I will not be getting

the office mail

and I will not be making

spaghetti

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

ELIZA IN MY KITCHEN

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:55pm

Last Night My Eliza

cooked fish chowder

corn bread and a Waldorf Salad

— She makes Smoothies too —

out of pumpkin or beet juice

& I drink Them down

because of Their Colours

I eat Her Frozen Chocolate Mousse

for My Lunch just because

She says It’s not even

A Real Mousse

STAR MAGIC

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:47pm

Tonight I see A Nebula

on My Darkened Dinner Plate

It lays within

The Buttery Juice

of My Fish —

The Breadcrumbs are

The Stars

& The Milky Sauce

is My Temporary

Universe

MY PLATE

The Hawk Deck 9:45am

I have A Plate

that’s square

& glaring red —

I use It for cheese & crackers

& banana bread

baked by a friend

& bestowed upon

new cottagers

who say

“See Ya!”

FOR CHAGALL

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am

I D-R-E-M-P-T

I was back

in Alphabet Land

— is It still called Alphabet Land?

on The Lower East Side

of Manhattan

over thirty years later

in a gentrified kitchen

tiny

as

My Own