The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:55pm
DHW
You can’t get Me
by presenting health care professionals
dressed in black
dropping Me into The Black Abyss
of the blood-letting chair
making Me have to go to The Pristine Public Wash Room
where I heavily considered drawing Your Initials
on the wall above The Mirror —
and Outside!
Everywhere it seemed I heard
Your well-used “See Ya!”
You showed Me every arrangement
of Your Initials on license plates
but I knew I could get home
where I could take an Ativan
under My Direction
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Today I threw
My Heart away
The One conceived in The Night
& woken to in The Light
of Silver
That Heart was haunting
Me
for 2 decades
of seething
red & black
futility
Now
there is no other
Heart
but
My
Cardiac
Organ
keeping
Me
ALIVE
My Graffiti Years
may have begun
when I was a hospital patient
supposedly recovering at home
while My Father visited
& drove Me scheming
to emblazon each of The Town’s public mirrors
with one Gold Emblem
each with the word “God” inscribed
to describe the reflected viewer
Maybe I Should I Have Used Silver Stickers?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 