The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41pm
I am a Star Traveller
rigged out with My Silver Wrists
& stretch pants, grey —
I will fly with My Life’s Companion
& leave My Big Black Scare-dee Cat, Astro
behind —
so I’ll come
Home
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm
The White Man Came
upon Indian (Native) soil
& took possession
with trinkets & knives
& drink
from another land
to stake a claim
to the ruination
of Fundamental
Humanity
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:02am
I draw a blank
when I try to remember
My Dreams —
but The One I’m living out
is with Me
Forever
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
Spread out before Me
is My Unmade Bed
covered in rubbery white
against spills —
I see The Hairs of Life
embedded as the Theory
of Strings & Galaxies
against Our Backdrop
of Infinity
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:35pm
I laid a birthday card
for a friend
inside My Mother’s
Random House Dictionary
unabridged
between witch-elm
and woman of the street
to be found
possibly
when I’m dead
The Hawk Dining Room 1:11pm
EYE have just seen
the most extraordinary thing
against M(EYE) Dining Room
window pane EYE saw
Two House FL(EYE)S
apparently mating
& when They separated
One remained & pulsated
a penis?
& extruded a spot of clear serum
upon the glass
EYE had just cleaned
this morning
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
The Sun Has Risen
Above A Bank Of Fog
Obscuring My True Horizon
Creating A Softer Line
Couching The Sun’s Reflection
In The Ocean
Underneath
The Hawk Queen Bed
8:00 am
a disheveled looking Gull
got His Breakfast
of 1 slice of white bread
thrown in chunks
left-handed
like a girl
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm
I will change out of My LL Bean Cashmere Sweater
out of My Reitman’s grey stretchy pants
I am upstairs now @ The Hawk West Desk Window
about to order My Self
de-clothed:
off with My Everyday Sandals
keeping on My Dark Grey Underwear
& galaxy filament-ed bra —
I am about to cloak My Self
in My Warm Grey Bathrobe —
There! I did it!
& I’ve left My Smoky Crystal Dangly Earrings
on
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:22pm
Lime-green bug
in Your See-thru wings
when first I saw Your Underside
You were pale yellow
against My Window —
what r u trying to tell Me?
I went outside
to touch You very carefully —
You took to My Hand
& flew
Joanna Gilman Hyde 