The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am
Standing firm in My Mrs Blair
grey sweat suit
from LL Bean
I order My Silver
watching The Shimmering Sea
and wearing no rings —
My Hands are naked
for the induction
of M(EYE) PROPHECY
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:55am
My Husband has brought Me
a cup of tea
and so a cup of Life
I will drink away the scalding brew
and think away My Strife
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
EYE am wearing The Veil
slouched in Hunter’s Bed
I have It draped
over My Shoulders
for support
for consolation
It’s hot in here,
under My Veil
It’s hot but
I like It
It’s My Privacy
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
Last night I sat
at the dinner table
with a napkin first
on My Head
then on My Face
then I graduated
to the veil from Rudy’s Sculpture
and covered My Self
in Its silken sheath
and stood like a ghost
declaring to My Second Husband
“I am to be seen by only DHW”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:17am
The Sky is Silver
out over a cold grey sea
I have fed My Husband
His Instant Oatmeal
to eat at His Computer
while I am about to consume
My Banana
at The Window
of My Hawk Kitchen Outpost
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:54am
A funny thing happened
this morning when I woke
at dawn:
I thought I was in Hunter’s Bed
& thought immediately of moving
into Eliza’s
when I realized I was
already there
*My Blog is Four Years Old
The Hawk Basement 10:34am
Last Night I had to roll
up My Aquatic Foliage
as I had signed it off
unsuitably for My Husband’s
viewer-ship
& so It lies
on My Basement Floor
ready to be saturated
with RAID
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:49pm
The Cry of The Gull
tells Me where I am
where I want to be
beside The Ocean
in a house I love
with cats I love
and A Husband
I am grateful for
in The Morning
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:34am
The Basement Exercise Clock runs fast
but It’s not digital
so I pay It hardly any mind —
The Clock On My Oven
runs slow
but I check It anyway
any time
when It might say My Magic
Numbers
like The Satellite Receiver Clock
beneath the TV
or The Computer Clocks
or Phone Clocks
Clock, Clock, Clock
so I move
through
My Motion
watching The Monitor
on My Rowing Machine
as I automatically wind
My Open-heart Bulova
on My Right Wrist
* My Husband has His Father’s Mantel Clock
in His Library but He never winds It.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am
EYE am out from under
the seduction of lavender sheets
and the purple quilt
of My Daughter’s Room —
with the window open to hear
the birds and the waves —
all I wanted to do yesterday
was give My Children’s Father
a great big hug
and burst into tears
but this morning My Hunter made the coffee
while I switched beds
and decided to row
Joanna Gilman Hyde 