SINK SPUTTER
The Hawk En Suite Bath 1:32pm
There’s A Crab Nebula
on My Silver
Bathroom Faucet —
EYE think
I’ll
leave
IT
The Hawk En Suite Bath 1:32pm
There’s A Crab Nebula
on My Silver
Bathroom Faucet —
EYE think
I’ll
leave
IT
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:05am
EYE see The Silver
inside The April Snow
EYE see The Glimmer
abreast The Water
as EYE break
through M(EYE) Row
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:46am
I am convinced
that God is Woman —
the more I clean My House
or try to —
the more galaxies I create
the more black holes I fill
& the more germs
rather than eliminate
I choose to live with —
I am convinced
The Hawk Kitchen: 9:59am
If Trump doesn’t make it
that won’t stop Me
EYE have a limitless Mind
& I will row
to M(EYE) Destiny
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:44am
This morning before work
My Husband Dr W. Hunter Blair
read an article in The Guardian
w/pic re: New York College Moves To Strip Gender Markings From All Bathrooms
Cooper Union students ripping
the Male/Female signs off
all the bathrooms
in deference to trans-gender students —
now where will the real
men and women go?
*saw a star for this poem
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 11:07am
M(EYE) Shirt Says
GOLD IS
THE NEW BLACK
My Underpants
are Warm Silver
My Socks are old
& White —
My Sneakers are adidas
Purple
All for My Final Mud Season Madness
Challenge Row
for Concept 2:
25 Consecutive Days
@ Ten Thousand Metres
a Day
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15am
I see a strip of the faintest dawn
where last night I saw The Moon
blood red and then a Gold
Medallion
dripping into the sea:
a lot goes on in The East
from where I watch
at My Kitchen Outpost
while I wait for coffee
to steep
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:52am
The Sea is black today
against a clouded sun
& I am supposed to get My Armature
to begin the sculpture
of a man who
refuses to die
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:45am
Against The Backdrop of Africa
I stood to walk in a circle
of Black Women
reaching out to Me
— They had never seen a white baby
before —
& against the backdrop of fishermen
I clomped in My Black Fisherman’s Boots
up the pavement
of The Sandy Point Fish Wharf
to drive My Mother’s parked
VW Square Back
back down to the Molly already unloaded —
the men had never seen
a girl from New York
arriving each summer
departing for school in the fall —
against the backdrop
of art school intellectualism
I stood out for My Big Ideas
going after The Top
falling in love
with The President of Cooper Union —
& marrying instead My Ticket
to Nova Scotia — having My 2.4
Children
with .4 ending up depicted
as a 3D red blotch
hanging in My Hawk Living Room
& now married to The Famous Dr Blair —
against the backdrop of Cape Sable Island
on the most southern tip of Atlantic Canada
I have become The Famous Artist
living in Nova Scotia —
a fish out of water
in Her Element