The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:11pm
I wore White in The Beginning
Black @ The End
I wear Silver & Gold
& Grey Today
as I have come
This Far to state
The Reconciliation of Opposites
where East
meets
West
in This Epic Collision
of Feminine Power
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
The Colour of Moonlight
fell on My Head
The Colour of Moonlight
made sure I was dead
inside My Mind
My Faith It was changed
to see My Self First
My Plans were arranged
to live out My Life
attached to One Sprite
That Light has stayed with Me
even @ Night
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Hawk Portico 5:30pm
My Ativan Prescription
is filled @ the pharmacy
but I’m trying to figure
whether to purl or knit
instead
of going to get It —
there was a time
a grey time
when I would have held
the bottle close
& seen My Self
indulging in several times
the recommended dose
just to conk out
from life
or death
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
I found A Fly, dead
but He was Bottle Blue
too beautiful to throw outside
but I had to
I could not have Him
on display
on My Kitchen Window Sill
with My Blue Bottle
Pouring Sculpture
for which I paid
$180.00
or could I?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
My Orange Macro-me knitting bag
has Mylar sparkles & a lining
the colour of Flaming June’s dress
My Knitting Stitch is the colour
of drying blood
60 stitches wide by 22* rows
I am creating
The Swath
of My Endometrium
–
*lie
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:58pm
I Saw A Star Of Blue
surrounded by My Silver
It struck My View
as My Husband said
“Scary Shit — ” in front
of His Computer
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:38pm
I am going to be taught to knit
A Shield Of Honour
carried out by A Big Black X
across the length X width
with a reflective grey diamond
in the center
& A Red Eye
glaring out
like A Serpent’s
Pupil
The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
Where will I go
with My Halo
solidified in the frantic spinning
of a wind-blown insect
dangling off a disheveled spider web —
to give forth
The “Wake Up”
Call?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 