The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:45pm
My House is Ready
every dried rose is in place
not a spoon sits in the sink
all specks are off the floors
the coffee-table candle is lit
I am waiting for My Husband
to come home from work
& I am waiting, in place
for My Little Frog
to hop through
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:22pm
I wore a necklace of shells
My Father sent from Africa
when I was four
She — My Daughter — wore
Her Dress Of Silver — size 2
shaped like a mermaid
& visited Her Other Grandfather
in The Hospital —
He said
“You Look Like A Fish”
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Can You believe Me Now —
Do You believe Me Now —
Twenty Years after The Shower Of Lights
that I Am God
from Inside
No, I am not The External God
The Man in The Sky
I Am My Own Boss
with The Meaning of Life
under My Belt
A Wilson’s Warbler singing His Song
out to Me
from The Scraggly Apple
Can You, Could You, Believe Me Now?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 