put on Your Tattoo Sweater, Black
fix Yourself an Ice Coffee
–a tall one–
sit on Your Back Deck
with the dishwasher going
& eggplant parmigiana in the oven
Open Your Journal
Aim Your Silver Pen
write
between
his puny
eyes
During My Brother’s Fatality Inquiry
I bought a silk dress suit
—Armani size 8 made in Italy–
–It Was The Colour Of Moonlight–
I thought a Doctor’s Wife
should have Such A Suit:
I paid Today’s Value
of 30 Silver Maple Leafs
& gained 5 pounds
I Am Goldy Locks
eating @ My Glass Table
eating bananas & cereal
before donning My Glass Slippers
to trip about to find My Prince
(He’s Around Here Somewhere)
& I Won’t Grow Up
or If I Grow Up
I Have The Option
of reclining, ready
In My Glass Coffin
built by 7 Dwarves (Humours)
3 Bears (Instinct)
& 1 Fairy God Mother
(Atheist In Disguise)
It’s The Aliens
Who Define Us
as Humans
& It Is Humans
Who Define Us
as God
Oh It was a shock alright —
twenty years after My Mother’s Brain Tumour
and have I recovered?
I think so, at least the waves
are telling Me so, and The Cats, Crows
Willets & Gulls. The Sky tells Me so.
–
I hear a Willet now, over
the Southern End of The Hawk —
I am very happy Here
where nothing can get Me.
She got off The Bus
at Christian Herald Road
& Mountainview Avenue
to climb up The Hill
holding Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary
on Her 4th Grade Hip
Title Showing
8:06am
I see a backwards rainbow
circling around the sun
My Adulthood is on a collision course
with My Childhood yet undone
I am Mrs Dr W Hunter Blair
I sit on My Deck
& write poetry
I dress for The Weather
& whatever else is going on
I listen to The Sheets & Towels
fluttering on the line
I listen to The Birds
The Waves
& whatever else is going on
I listen
I write
for Joanna Gilman Hyde
Joanna Gilman Hyde 