The Hawk Queen Bed 9:12am
Last night I dreamed
all night it seemed
of a car being repaired
with trays of crystalline candy
delivered by a female mechanic
to the body of the vehicle
My Brain?
outside My Bedroom Window —
an exhausting dream
but necessary
for My Most Restorative Sleep
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am
I dreamt of a cheerful baby
named Turrettes
who jumped on a bed
and fell off backwards
on Her Head but
She was alright —
only spewed out a streak
of vomit
across surrounding walls
which I cheerfully
cleaned up
much to the thanks
of Her Mother
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:38pm
I crossed a short causeway
to PEI (Prince Edward Island)
only it was more like a small city
when I got there —
like Halifax
only tiny
and My Intention was to drive around
its perimeter
but I started talking to a group
of young urban people
who lived there
and asked
“Is there any place to dance?”
I didn’t get a specific answer
Next I was sitting
across from a black woman
who had ordered
some kind of Japanese food for Us —
tiny servings of rice with sliced pickles
on toothpicks
and a sample of something with peanuts
in a Szechuan sauce
— I was hungry and it was not enough —
She was telling me
“Do You know there’s A Child
Who’s allowed to go on the bus alone —
guess how old She is?”
I blurted out “Two!”
“Try five or six months –”
and just as I was about to ask
if there was any kind of babysitter
I started to eat My Napkin
and woke up
The Hawk Kitchen 8:15am
Who was That Man
I kissed in My Dream?
He was blonde with
an English accent —
He was a counsellor
I had an appointment with
(which I missed)
As We were deciding to end the professional relationship
He offered Me
His Burning Mentholated Cigarette
*Brian Swann, Professor of Poetry, The Cooper Union
The Hawk Window Seat 1:30am
I let The Moonlight
in along the floor
& across My Seat
where the toilet sat
& across My Bed
where I dreamt
of a depression of sun
on My Forearm
belonging to someone
else*
*Karen King
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28pm
“Hi Joanna — what U doin’ Today?”
“Imma Usherin’ in The New Age.”
“The New Age of What?”
“The New Age of Silver –what else?”
“How U doin’ that?”
“With how I deck My Body
& how I deck My Mind.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“My Mind is My Body
& My Jewels are My Accent.”
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am
I draw a blank
when I try to remember
My Dreams —
but The One I’m living out
is with Me
Forever
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 