The Hawk Kitchen 10:45am
When I was a not-so-little girl
I sucked My Thumb watching
Cowboys & Indians on My Father’s TV
until one night My Red-headed Step Sister
tied My Right Wrist to an iron bed post
with thick green yarn
–
Now I eat a daily banana
in My Back Yard
in My Bath Robe
& aim the peels
between the spaces
within the leafy — in summer —
hedge
The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm
What Is This Language
of What I Perceive?
A Crow alighting on a tree tip
then flying BACK
to where He came from
but that was a while ago
I hear The Fridge
I see The Silver on My Wrists
A Cat who’s very fat
is unable to clean Her Butt
I remember My Brother
gulping down pop or tea
as if He couldn’t get enough
I do the same
The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm
Tonight when I went out in The Dark
to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows
I heard the distinct honking of geese
somewhere below the constellation of Orion
— the only constellation I recognize
beside The Big Dipper —
Oh, I didn’t tell You —
a few days ago — no, December 22nd —
I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit
in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s
— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —
She could barely say hello
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I was That Girl
Who watched uneasily
as Her Brother’s Friend
heaped dried leaves
on top of a little fire
lit to cook onion grass
in The Woods behind Her House
–
I was That Girl
Who ran back to The House
to get a pitcher of water
to meet Her Mother’s Alarm
–
I was That Girl
“eight-going-on-nine”
Who wrote a letter of thanks
to The Valley Cottage Fire Department
“for saving Our Woods”
“I’ll never scratch a match again”
–
I was That Girl
praised by Her Former Kindergarten Teacher
met in the school hallway
The Letter was in the paper
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
She stood in Our Family Room
Entry Way
8 feet tall in platform pink stilettos
dark mini & worked-on hair
straight
asking for a ride
to the beginning of Her Partying
equipped with a little one-shot bottle
of Black Crown Royal
I gave Her with Her Roses
on Christmas Eve —
now It’s New Year’s
She’s out in The Wind
messing up Her Hair
as She climbs into My Escape
& climbs out at a Black Dodge Ram 1500:
Her Trophy Legs are all I can see
disappearing down Her Boyfriend’s Drive
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The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm
I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity
Out To The Crow
Of My Desire
He’s Not Black But Silver
He Has Swooped Down
Into My Heart
To Eat The Remains
Of Me
The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm
Born Twenty-five Years Ago
in a rinky-dink hospital
in a fishing town
My Sweet Child is a grown man
& I Love Him So
out with His Camera
in a Montreal Blizzard
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
–
I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
Joanna Gilman Hyde 