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!!!
Barrington Passage, NS 3:32pm
Today I saw My Name
in Lights
arrayed above
the grandiose machine
of Computerized Axial Tomography
Joanna Gilman Blair*
when One Technician asked about
The Middle Name
I thought He said
“Is that Your Real
Name?”
* My Mother named Me after Her Mother Josephine Meadow, and Anna Gilman Hill, American Horticulturist of Grey Gardens
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
First & Foremost I am
A Human Being —
I come from the planet Earth
where I made My Self
from the mesh of molten rock
& the salt from endless waves.
I came to My Human Form
through My Mother, primarily
though My Father
gave Her Lie-sense.
I was born into a world
of tumult
@ The Exact Right Time
to become what I am Today:
A Woman Understood
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22am
I am heart-broken
I have lost
My Mother’s Amber Beads
I kept Them in My Closet
with other necklaces
but for yesterday’s Dinner
I could not find Them
when last I wore Their Rich Glassy Orange
could the string have broken
& I not have known?
February 19th, 2016 Found Them! Found Them in My Closet after hanging up a spiral necklace I wore today to see My New Psychiatrist. I saw My Mother’s Amber Beads dangling from an unworn fringy purse My Daughter gave Me, and called the discovery a miracle!
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:35pm
I lost a hand-made earring
in the sands of My Mother’s Island
I lost a hand-made sunset ring
in the waves of the Jersey Shore
Both coincided with boyfriends
of My Youth
One Whose name I don’t remember
& One I hope to see again
now in Middle Age
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:20pm
My Mother’s Day Bunch
is a scraggly cascade of drying
lilly petals & crisp carnations
There are three well-preserved roses
the colour of autumn
with a card held high
“Hope You’ll enjoy
The Light of My Life bouquet –“
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 Queen Bed 8:50am
Eye woke w/ The Dream
of M(eye) Mother
having Her 2nd Funeral
Eye was w/ Howard
in The Jordan Bay House
& She hadn’t died yet
Eye asked Howard where
We should have The Funeral
& He said Here!
We can put The Coffin
on The Sun Porch Table
& have Everyone park
on the grass. We can send
Her Body out to sea
& Eye said, It better go
way out to sea or
It will just wash up
in The Cove!
Eye asked My Brother —
“Have You ever known
Anyone Who’s had 2
Funerals?”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 