Public Health Office, Barrington approx. 10:00am
I am no longer in league
with The Aliens
in Their Purple & Black
I wear White & Aqua now
Beige, Grey, Dark Brown
still have My Blue Jeans
& Linen Tops
All My Black Articles
have been tossed —
Eliza took Two Black Garbage Bags
to The Salvation Army
but was mad at Me
for throwing Them out —
Hunter understands
The Hawk Kitchen 6:32pm
I could sit on Our New Kitchen Floor
Indian Style, like a Child
with stretched canvas
in front of Me, flat —
I could puddle The Purple
& get The Metallic Grey, Silver
oozing into The Plum
iridescent
& splotched with Red
from a spray can
liquid & interceding
out of My Lap
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:12am
The Only Remnants
of My Black Possessions
are This Journal, My Pen
My Black Cat Astro
& One Pair of Jet Bead Earrings
Given To Me
By My Mother
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
My Shower of Silver Lights
goes untainted
to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER
than It ever was
before
It’s Mine
ALL MINE
The Hawk Kitchen 5:30
He can’t get Me
if I’m wearing Black
He made Me lie on The Tomato-coloured Couch
in My Grey Bathrobe
all afternoon on one Ativan & one Wellbutrin
— Hunter’s recommendation —
He can’t get Me
now that I’ve changed
though I still see Him
behind My Eyes
I count The Years, The Double Decades
He has infiltrated My Life
I cannot allow My Self
to fall
to fail
I Will Keep Wearing Black
The Hawk Kitchen 11:15pm
I just saw that Buzzard Bird again
surveying My back yard
just as I was thinking I will never
go out to the island again
wondering why I have lost My appetite
sitting by the radio
in My grey bathrobe
I am indispensable
I need care
The Hawk Corner Room 2:43pm
I sit angled on The Couch
half-way facing The Steel-cold Ocean
My Right Arm crooked on a blanket
to hold My Silver Pen
My Knees bent on the edge of a cushion
I am warm
& breathing
The Hawk Corner Room 4:52pm
My Parents have put Me here
really sittin’ pretty
in My Grey Bath Robe
— never dressed today —
— only showered —
padding around in white socks
to settle before My Immaculate View
of Ocean & Sky & occasional long white wave
–
Yes, if it weren’t for My Parents
would I be Here at all?
Tomorrow will be the first anniversary
of My Father’s Quiet Death
March 31st will be the twentieth
of My Mother’s skull-shattering
Expiration
–
and I am left
in the care of My Doctor/Husband
A Man My Mother never met
A Man My Father said would grow too old
–
Yes, I’m sittin’ pretty
in a Present to die for
My Future to live
The Hawk Corner Room 2:38pm
I sit upstairs in The Corner Room
temporarily vacated by Eliza
I look out to the layers of grey
in My Winter Sky
I wear My Usual Black
& wonder why
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
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600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
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