The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
I once wore Red Underwear
for My Whole Life
& It got Me Nowhere
except to where I am
on a tomato-coloured love seat
staring at My Abortion
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am
Eye woke w/ The Dream
of M(eye) Mother
having Her 2nd Funeral
Eye was w/ Howard
in The Jordan Bay House
& She hadn’t died yet
Eye asked Howard where
We should have The Funeral
& He said Here!
We can put The Coffin
on The Sun Porch Table
& have Everyone park
on the grass. We can send
Her Body out to sea
& Eye said, It better go
way out to sea or
It will just wash up
in The Cove!
Eye asked My Brother —
“Have You ever known
Anyone Who’s had 2
Funerals?”
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Corner Room 4:49pm
My Mother’s Death
is My Inclusion
It’s The Hazy Arrow
through The Heart of Me
surrounded by The Glitter
of Ideal Love
& perfect symmetry
Marked
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:43pm
My Brother Howard often complained
of a pain in His Heart
& no one could understand why —
doctors could find nothing wrong
& He went to His Grave
with a mysterious awareness
comparable to the physicality
of My Animated Halo
& He went to His Grave
minus His Heart
& His Brain
The Hawk Kitchen 8:13pm
I have A Magic Pendant
It is Black & White
I wear It always around My Neck
to let It clarify My Sight
My Brother had One
made of Silver
It was Our Mother’s
Oh How He Loved Her!
He dangled Its chain
& let It swing
to answer Yes one way
or No the other
He saw His Way
out of any dilemma
& told His Fortune
to His Gods
He struck a deal
with His Death
that He would be remembered
as a Man of Steel
safely stowed
in The Land of Nod
The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:30pm
In My Floor-length
Mirror
I strike an imposing figure
sealed in grey
layers
Silver Chains
I am the correct weight
for a Woman My Height
which is tall
as My Lacquered Hands
will reach
With These Hands
gilded in Gold
I reach for The Sun
never to forget The Moon
I observe The Stars
— The People —
living & dying
forever on
Our Earth
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:05pm
My Husband is
a very brave man
He answers to The Call
of sirens
vessels of the night
loading & unloading
the dead & ailing
He rests by the sides
of widows
& talks with His Blue Eyes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 