Joanna Gilman Hyde

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February 18, 2013

MOTHER, IT’S YOU

The Hawk Kitchen 6:35pm

Mother, It’s You

My Kitchen Witch

hanging above The Kitchen Phone

for the first time

since moving to The Hawk

It’s Your Caricature

drawn by Hardy Bulbs ’66

“The Perennial Phlox At Home”

I would have been Five

when Your Surrounding Book Titles

were dreamt up:

Flames of Passion

My Life & Loves — Frank Harris

Forever Amber

Passion & Greed (A Cookbook) Farmer

Lady Loverly’s Chatter

Slang Dictionary

The Passionate Lips

Hungry Hill

Fanny Hill

Candy (& How To Make It)

Naked Lunch (Cookbook)

The Lustful Heart

Passion’s Slave

Lustful Lips

The floral stockings You were wearing

I remember

You were My Great Mother

& I Am Proud

To Be Your Daughter

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February 17, 2013

HOWARD HYDE’S SISTER

Rudder’s Yarmouth February 16th 6:00pm

I feel like a Little Girl

at a Valentine’s Birthday Party

with My Fake Margarita

sitting at My Table for One

I’m ready for Anything

 The Musician has already been

acquainted:

“My Brother was a Musician

He played The Clarinet & Saxophone

— He’s dead now —

He lived in Yarmouth for quite a while”

“The Name Is Familiar “

I turned to My Club and Fries

and left early

for The Vagina Monologues

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February 16, 2013

GOD CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

The Hawk Bench of Fortification 2:45pm

Through My Anger

Through My Female God’s Anger

I will Construct

not peace (that’s so old it hurts)

I will Construct

a New Way of Seeing

for The Whole Planet

— oh, It may take Some Time —

but I’m aiming to use My Time

until I Die, and then some

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February 14, 2013

WHAT IS MY MATURITY LEVEL?

The Arms & Hands of The Hawk Occupant 1:22pm

He’s going away again

for the 3rd monthly segment since November

to The Dominican Republic

& I’m not allowed to miss His Proximity

I’m instructed to use mental telepathy

instead I’m dressed to Kill

in a Black & Aqua Patterned Super Hero Top I’ve never worn

in My Black Leggings & Black Ankle Boots

Black Socks & Black Underwear

Silver Fish earrings given to Me

by My Aunt Angie on My 31st Birthday

My Birks Endless Silver Spiral Bangle

Dark Lipstick

I could Kill

with A Word

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February 12, 2013

ARE YOU ALL SILVERED OUT?

The Hawk Kitchen 11:11am

Those *2* Giant Blocks

of Rectangular Silver

Came Crashing Down

on My Miles of Silver Duct Tape

on My Miles of Watery Plastic Sheeting

on My Ten-thousand Square Feet of Dacron Canvas

laid out, smoothed out

weighed down by 400 Sand Bags

Painted for Thousands of Office Workers

It was My

Self Organizing Galaxy

It All Came Crashing Down

in Zillions of Silver Streaks

on My Head on The Afternoon of March 31st, 1993

I have been crawling out ever since

note:  title from WHB

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February 10, 2013

SERVER NOT FOUND

February 9th The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:58pm

The Internet is down

with a Red Exclamation Mark

notifying This Account

of no connection

I am connected

I am tuned in

on My Island attached

by a flooded causeway

to the rest of The Province

to the rest of The World

I could be, am I?

That Server

–

February 10th The Hawk Corner Room Noon

Can You make a poem

out of a News Report

of an eleven-year-old Boy

killed by carbon monoxide poisoning

while a Father shovelled snow

a Son kept warm

by an idling engine?

–

1:00pm

I could be that Determined Girl

Who shut Her Self in Her Room

stared at Her Self in Her Dresser Mirror

until The Glaring Face

moulded It Self into distorted patches

of brooding dark hues

I could have a lock-in

a lock-down

with the radio on for music

but not for News

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February 7, 2013

WHERE ARE WE?

The Hawk Corner Room 10:07am

Where are We

when

a seven-year-old boy

gets suspended

for throwing a pretend grenade

into “a box of evil forces”

when

this same planet

condones & finances

war?

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February 5, 2013

SITTIN’ PRETTY

The Hawk Corner Room 4:52pm

My Parents have put Me here

really sittin’ pretty

in My Grey Bath Robe

— never dressed today —

— only showered —

padding around in white socks

to settle before My Immaculate View

of Ocean & Sky & occasional long white wave

–

Yes, if it weren’t for My Parents

would I be Here at all?

Tomorrow will be the first anniversary

of My Father’s Quiet Death

March 31st will be the twentieth

of My Mother’s skull-shattering

Expiration

–

and I am left

in the care of My Doctor/Husband

A Man My Mother never met

A Man My Father said would grow too old

–

Yes, I’m sittin’ pretty

in a Present to die for

My Future to live

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February 5, 2013

HONOUR?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15am

Both My Parents

have not died

for Me

Oh, They’re gone al-right

I just don’t feel Their Absence

It’s as if They never existed

except as Minds

in My Mind

before Me

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January 31, 2013

ABOLITION

The West Desk Window 9:33pm

I will either be shot

as I have dreamt

or immortalized by Aliens

with DVD holding My Hand

on another Planet

or maybe this One

if there is a Heaven

could This Earth be free

of war & abortion?

As I live I shall stand

for both ends

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