Eliza’s Room 9:30pm
I re-lit the night light
in My Daughter’s Bathroom
merely by taking it out of its plug
which apparently wasn’t working —
when I put the plastic fixture back in
EYE had Light
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
The Hawk Kitchen 12:30pm
Thank You, little
oven clock
lifting My Spirit
with Your Skewed Time
I catch You
whenever I can
when You catch Me
with The Magic
of M(EYE) Numbers
You remind Me
of Pre-destiny
and EYE am eternally grateful
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30pm
Is It Time
that I write of The Magic
in My Numbers?
How one set of 10:22
was formulated 4 minutes ahead
but I didn’t see It on Time
& found The Trick of The Mind
instead
attending to what is at hand
until prodded, prompted
by the subconscious
Sign?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 