The Hawk Outpost 6:00pm
I stand before My Kitchen Outpost
spaghetti boiling
to drink My 80th Glass
of brilliant water
I toast The Ocean
bluest with The Sky
My Life Glass
is up
My Sharp Horizon
is downed
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:50am
I carried My Life Glass
full
into My Living Room
Cathedral Ceilinged
& swallowed My Water down
drinking My House
in
The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am
The Sun is Gold
upon The Ocean —
I cannot forget Gold
It sustains Our Economy
such as It is
& when I look behind Me
I see The Window’s Shadow
warm upon My Mirrored
Wall
The Hawk Dining Room 9:33am
The Silver Today
coincides
with My Order
from Sear’s —
a set of four
Bath Towels
Hand Towels
Face Cloths
in Colour 75
“Eggplant”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
They came from everywhere
flapping in Their Black Aprons
I stood amidst Their Alien Gaze
in the foyer of Sobey’s
collecting My Two Cases
of lemon-flavoured
sparkling water
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:54pm
I have fallen into
the role of Doctor’s Wife
however unnaturally —
it’s taken sixteen years
since I first became attracted
to Dr Blair
The Sexiest Man In My Book
in His Office Clothes
I now lay out
along with His Oatmeal
and raisins —
lunch @ 1:00
supper @ 6:00
I wait for His Parcels
in the afternoon
and take pop to His Secretary —
She appreciates Me so
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm
It started in The Shower
last fall
against the white
bathroom stall
& then I started seeing
It against the white
dishwasher in My Kitchen
I even carried It
into Sobey’s
one night while Hunter
waited in the car
I saw It again last night
& watched It circle My Head
in The Mirror of My All
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:39pm
I’m seeing The Universe again
this time on the behind
of My Navy Blue Long Johns
static-y with cat hair
globules of fuzz, lint
& God knows what all
The Hawk Kitchen 2:10pm
I stood in The Portal
of My House
waving good-bye
to My Husband after
lunch —
I stood
as A Woman
not just of The House
but of The World
The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am
I have A Crystal Ball
stationed in My Kitchen
It tells My Fortune
while I steep the coffee
It trims The Lamp
I retrieved from Barrington
when The Sun
hits Its Prisms
It Lights My Morning
in The Dawning
of My Extended Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 