Joanna Gilman Hyde

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REPOSING

I’m lying on My Tomato-coloured Couch

— did I say It’s very comfortable?

Looking up at My Crow Painting

— I need My Glasses —

The Living Room Window is Open

to The Southerly Waves

at My Head

with Eliza’s Horse Blanket

over The Rest

ON THE WAY TO YARMOUTH

My Birthday is The Same Day

as Stephen Harper’s

I’m 3 months older

than Obama

This Is No Coincidence

My Name Is

Joanna Gilman Hyde

I AM YOUR BLACK JESUS

I have on My Daughter’s Black Kicks

My Mother’s Silver Nugget Ring

My Heart is Red

My Skin is White

& I Am Female

Dual Citizen of  The West:

Half American — Half Canadian

I Will Run Forever

To Be Caught By One

Tiny Little Man

yet to emerge

as My Biggest Half

Loblaws Inc.

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HAWK DECK NOTES

The Hawk Deck NOON

Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me

& told Me to get up & write

Today it’s The Fog telling Me

to be quiet

1:00

I heard & saw one flock of Geese

flying south along the shore

& when I asked Hunter if

They could be going south already

He said, “Oh yes They are.”

1:10

I don’t care about

“Going Down In History”

I only care about

being a Living Legend

for The Time I’m In

1:52

There’s a Spider Web on The Edge

of This Book.

I have to get It off.

I will have to dismantle The Strand

& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table

next to Me.

Little Miss Muffet

sat on a tuffet

eating Her Curds & Whey

along came a Spider

& sat down beside Her

& frightened Miss Muffet away

Well, I got My Book back

I’M INSIDE A GOD DAMN F–ING FAIRY TALE

The Waves are merely seductive

They’re keeping Me here

on The Deck

or in The Bedroom with windows open

Last Night I yelled to My Perturbed Husband

I might not write again —

I might go babbling My Head off

whenever & wherever I felt like It —

saying anything I feel

& if I get carted away by The Police

I would just say “Sorry Officer —

I choose to write verbally

& My Delivery is NOT SEDUCTIVE”

ELIZA’S ROOM

My Daughter’s Room is Lavender

“Purple” She calls It

& doesn’t like It

The Carpet is white

with old crayon

from previous kids

She bought new sheets today

Purple

& a White Comforter

She said would make

Her hate The Room less

She bought a White Orchid

with Purple in The Centre

& flowers for a heavy glass vase

& here I sit by Her Shaded Window

listening to The Waves

THE SHOWER

I turned on The Water

in what’s called Eliza’s Shower

& unbuttoned My LL Bean Rose Striped Linen Shirt

in The Mirror, Eliza’s Mirror

& took off My Grey Capris

which I have to throw out

because My Husband told Me

They go up The Crack of My Butt

I took off My Underwear

& tossed It in Eliza’s Laundry Basket

I took off My Unwieldy Bra

& hung It on a doorknob

How Long Is This Poem Going To Be?

I looked at My Body’s Profile

& decided if I look fat

I am probably about to get My Period

I stepped in behind The Curtain

The Stall was dirty

I put cleanser on a cleaning rag

I cleaned while The Spray was on Me

& rinsed The Tub

My Hair Was Wet

I squeezed out some Nizoral

Red In My Left Hand

& lathered My Hair

The Directions advise to leave It in

for 3-5 minutes

so I stepped back out

to look at My Watch

It told Me I was in The Twenty-second minute

OH!  That’s When I Cleaned The Tub!

I cleaned The Tub & then Me

& rinsed My Hair

& got out

I towelled off in a clean towel

& took My Clothes

back to My Room

to put on Different Clothes

& Do You Know What I Put On?

I put on Black Underwear

My Black Push-up Bra

Black LL Bean Capris w/ Comfort Waist

Black Tank

Silver Earrings

Wedding Rings

Quartz Crystal & Diamond Question Mark Ring

& My Ladies Bulova Open-heart Watch

I bought for My Self

THE HAWK DECK RESUMED

Did I ever see My Self like this —

married to a Doctor in His 70’s

with Earning Power Intact?

It was not this Success I saw

It was always

“A Famous Artist Living In Nova Scotia”

achieved

thanks to The Internet

I am in My Time

finally

but what do I see beyond this?

Grandchildren?

Taking care of Hunter?

Or do I see My Self in Partnership

with A Horn for My Voice

& A Voice for My Horn?

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 11:37am

The Fog has sunk

into My Left Shoulder

–I can’t do The Laundry–

–I shouldn’t even be writing–

Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg

with Their Father & His Family

My Day Is Grey

but I’m OK–

isn’t that awful?

THE HAWK LIVING ROOM 2:22pm

The Dishwasher is running again

& My Son Peter is with Me

from Montreal via Alberta

He’s a Tree-planting Crew Boss

finished with work for The Summer

now readying for school

in The Fall

The Fog Should Be Gone By Then

I am Singing The Praises

of being Peak’s Mother

& have just opened The Dishwasher Door

as It went on The Dry Cycle

THE HAWK DECK SUPPERTIME

When I was 17

I deliberately lost My Virginity

to a French Brooklyn Jew Drug Dealer

–He was 27–

So tonight I’m making home made Pizza

for Eliza & Her First Serious Boyfriend

Who’s just been met

in Port Clyde

by Father, Aunt & Uncle

& Grandparents

& after the Pizza

They’re driving to Yarmouth

to watch “Campaign”

while I run the Dishwasher