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The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm
How dare anyone
infiltrate My Sanctuary —
especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —
here to The North I have
the forest of scrub spruce I love
the stone wall upon which I contemplated
smashing My Precious Life Glass —
how dare anyone
even a neighbour I like
enter across My Eastern Ocean View
upon which I gaze with such favour —
out there I can let My Mind
be free — free of past
hurt and negation
free of obstacles to My Happiness
so profound
as I stand before
the shores
of My Intellect
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:42pm
My Kitchen is a one-woman
affair
with “everything at My Fingertips”
as voiced by a former neighbour
from Shelburne where The Kitchen
was a communal eat-in
in the very old Shakespeare House —
The Kitchen in Atlantic
opened out to the rest of the downstairs
& there I never felt It was Mine anyway
“My Kitchen” as I feel here on The Hawk
where I cook giant casseroles
to eat by the week
& where I am happy
even putting away the dishes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 