The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06am
Oh how I want to knead
a double weave of lavender
& green —
I want so badly
to meld a shield
of diamond coloured star
in My Center
Oh how I want to paint
the emblematic Silver
of My Center
My Big Black X
so I could make a pair
to My Black Star
The Hawk En-suite Bath 9:51am
I see A Fragment
of Our Universe
emblazoned on the sink faucet
It has arrived
by spit
spraying tooth paste splatter
washed together
with the fluid
of many microbes
The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
I have My Purple Toes
in My Silver Sandals
I can look down
on Them & pretend
I am in The Sky
or perched in a tree
Living The Life
of an On-high
Observer
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25pm
The Scrub Spruce deserve
a sketch w/ The Evening Sun
upon Their barren branches
fringed along the bottom
by a hedgerow of new bamboo
& topped above by the blue
of sea and sky
I’ve grown to love
The Scrub Spruce
to call It My Own
as It surrounds My Picture
— makes It —
out My Kitchen Window
The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
I once wore Red Underwear
for My Whole Life
& It got Me Nowhere
except to where I am
on a tomato-coloured love seat
staring at My Abortion
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:58pm
There’s A Landscape Out My Kitchen Window
the prettiest I’ve ever seen
It thrives on sea spray
and the mist each morning
brings
It harbours trees
only half the normal size
so I can see beyond
to the horizon
of My Eyes
The Hawk Hallway 6:50pm
Silver Glows
Upon The Westward Sea
The High Wires
Glitter In The Sun
Still High
While My Fish
Melts Under The Broiler
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 Tomato-coloured Couch 6:39pm
I’m taking off
on My Knitting
under the instruction
of My Children’s Grandmother
I have perched My Fingers
on 2 gun-metal rockets, star pointed
providing novice support
for My Earliest Rows
of hot pink
garter stitch
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19pm
coagulating
filaments of sour cream
swirl in the round
Joanna Gilman Hyde 