The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:04pm
EYE AM SWEET
Jesus
in M(EYE) BRAND NEW
BULLET-PROOF VEST
over
My Black Negligee
over
My Black Lace Bra
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:13pm
legions of mosquitoes
have swarmed into the broken webbing
of yesterday
catching themselves, in some cases
one upon the other
still alive
& how I wonder
can their scrambling efforts be
for each other?
The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm
I just danced
to Daft Punk, One More Time
here in My Hawk Living Room
— the last time I danced
like I was from Outer Space
was during one month
in The Nova Scotia Hospital —
for Those Who don’t know
It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital
re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit
and of that month
I cannot recall a single day
but the day I arrived
The Hawk Kitchen 7:38pm
The Universe is incubating
in My Red Teflon Frying Pan
I have dished out & up
all I am made of
& now it is up
to the stars
to see if I work
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
I have been wrestling
with God all My Life
finally I am winning
I have taken control
of the biggest force I know
& made Him do
His Dirty Work
for Me
The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
Eliza’s Bathroom 1:38pm
I stand on a mat of Purple
in My Purple accented bath
looking down at My Purple toe nails
& Teal coloured pants
looking from above at My Station
as The 3rd Wife of a successful doctor
The Mother of 2.4 Children I love
fiercely
A Revolutionary of Vision
an artist of words
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17am
Out on My Deck, briefly
to assess The Silver Sea
as I stood on a mat of rope
A Humming Bird came to Me —
was it My Fuchsia Pyjama Top
which prompted saying “Hi”?
Or was He alerting Me
to The Importance of My Day
before He said “Good-bye”?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 