The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:45pm
The Universe is Female
shaped like a laundry basket
with one side sloped in
to go over a hip
emptied into
The Male Design of Machine
only to be filled
again
The Hawk Kitchen 2:11pm
My House affords a clear view
even in the fog
I see the layers of scrub spruce
receding
from The Cats on the deck
& bread rising
with The Kettle on
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm
I just made a bed
for The Procreation Of Humanity:
I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet
and picked off The Galaxies
stuck there —
I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple
tucked it under the queen-size mattress
& filled the matching pillow cases
with very old pillows
The Comforter went over last —
old too because of the occupancy
of cats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:30pm
If My Old Down-trodden Psychiatrist
could see Me now
cooking chicken & rice
writing 7 or 8 poems a day
loving My Husband
& My Cats
shopping & going to the hairdresser
What Would He Think?
Was/Is She Mad?
How has She Come This Far
& better yet —
Where Is She Going?
The Hawk Kitchen 2:52pm
Black Jesus was busy today
in Her Black Jesus Kitchen
She cooked peppers that were going bad
–for spaghetti sauce–
macaroni for Eliza & Tyler
when They get back from Their first night
on The Island
Shepherd’s Pie with corned beef
from The Hawk Basement
She listened to Her Black Jesus Radio
& drank Her Black Jesus Tea
–She was busy all right–
She even did two loads of laundry
still hanging
on Her Black Jesus
Line
Joanna Gilman Hyde 